Rancid old blog

Yes, Claireygirl, you're right: it's been too long.

What can I say, I have been working damn hard and have no Internet access at home, plus my life has been marked by dramas in the past month. It will have to be bullets.

* I'm back wth George. ("whaaa...?" I hear you ask. Yes, it is odd and unexpected. What can I say? I didn't really believe - with the way he treated me - that he did love me at all. But in this round his character has been rewritten and he seems more in touch with his emotions. Also, we've both avoided "charlie the cunt", as I'm sure most our arguments were under the influence.)

* I nearly got evicted. The drama is still ongoing, as I'd only just moved in. Very long story here!

* Work is going big guns. I'm angling for sponsorship and promotion and also hunting on the side.

It's May and it's raining. I'm homesick again. English summer is such a little tease, maybe deigning to show a bit of ankle under a petticoat of constant rain. Aussie summers, in contrast, are hot, sweaty sluts with nights of tangled sheets, the incessant whine of mosquitoes and cicadas, tropical storms, a think funk of humidity.

I've taken up running, but it's a cruel, cruel sport. While I love see progression in myself, I'm truly impatient when I get too puffed.

Gosh, it's a quick old blog today. Only 10 mins to write this malarkey, and i'm already cutting it short. We must catch up again soon.