Moving, starting, still shagging.

Been a busy couple of days, and I really shouldn’t be taking the time to do this before anything else. I’m in one of those moods where I’m convinced that time will slow to a halt as long as I don’t do the short list of not particularly hard things I need to do to be ready for my first day at work tomorrow. Like fill in the last details of my previous employment, get some clean clothes and iron them, and maybe clean my boots to wear. And my bank details, because without them I’ll not get any money. I’m feeling slightly paranoid, wondering whether I actually misheard the entire conversation and that I don’t have a job t all, or if I definitely heard the time to be there at correctly. Can’t say I’m all that nervous though, with a month of training I’m sure they’re going to be taking their time, so the first day won’t be all that hard. Plus it’s minimum wage, monkey stuff right? Helped Marsha move flat as well, she’s moving out of the shoebox she was in before and onto a much bigger, fancier place with her pal for what I think was less rent than she was paying at the first place. When I’ve saved up a decent amount to move out I’m getting her to help me find somewhere, bitch can sniff out a good deal from a mile away. All that’s a fair amount of time in the future though.

As for the girl with the tattoos that I said I was done with, what I really should have mentioned was that I was completely done with her apart from shagging. Honestly, I meant to add that little bit in before, but it totally slipped my mind, which explains why I accidentally ended up in her bedroom trying to have one of those really quiet rides like back when you were sixteen and didn’t want anyone’s mother to hear. I realise by now that I am playing with fire a bit, and in a few more weeks there’s every chance she’s going to ask where we’re going, which would mean an awkward conversation and things being over. I think that’s enough about her for a while, I can’t really be arsed going into it all. Still, in Scotland we have a saying: Your hole’s your hole.