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Tabs & Kevin - State, Seren - Workin it.

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Signed up with Virgin Media, got 2mb broadband and a telephone line (which was cheaper than getting JUST broadband).  Opened a second current accoutn with NatWest for bill payments (rather than the HSBC one where it takes 3 days to transfer).

I’ve also completed on changing over my address details and because I’ve caught the DEATH PLAGUE from work I’ve stuck no less than 4 rolls of toilet paper up my nose to release the bombardment of phlem that’s up there.  I’m also still choking the shit up as well which is a pleasant thing to do on a saturday!

I’m also doing an 80s horror film thing this evening so I got to move my computer to the main television table.  HOLLA!

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I went out in Bristol on a birthday party last night, everything started off cool the limo ride there was well wicked, but it all went a bit south from there.

Had a bit of relationship problems that interveined there and I spent most of the evening really sober trying to calm down a series of potential street fights and road traffic incidents.  This was of course followed by a series of phone calls and texts trying to get somebody from A to B before getting stranded in A.  And it nearly ment me going home via limo and taxi then getting my car and driving to Bristol again to pick up 1-2 people.

I’m not really angry or annoyed because at the end of the day it was between to other people and nothing could have stopped that roller coaster once it started and the night wasn’t a huge loss I did have fun in between all the other bits.

So if you were one of the people who I texted “WHERE THE FUCK IS PANASHE, I NEED TO KNOW NOW” this is why!

98 is two away from 100. What an arse. Alas, there is always Monday.

Anyways, this weekend I have about 20,000 english pence to my name and a full tank of fuel. So after work tomorrow I’m so off to the Bristol of some good old plotting of the God Hates Wags variety.

As I write this I am STILL awaiting kevin.com.ua to be registered properly, so for now I write this with an audience of one (because I faffed the DNS on my proxy server to recognise - holla). I can’t even advertise it until it at least shows up in the whois database otherwise komrades I’ll have lost the battle and for that would be suckage, much like Avril Lavigne. As an aspiring gothic I find her a blight to my cause. I think I might just have to write a poem about it and that is total dramatics.

As I’m on a bit of a tangent at the moment between some kind of lucid writing I might take this chance to write a little about my day at work. As a call centre monkey I have daily quotas, one such being 70 calls a day and, er, 16ish jobs posted a day. This in itself isn’t difficult when I actually give a monkies and try to gracefully top the boards, anyways, there is an outstanding bet between two folk that I wouldn’t do a tonne before I leave training, this evening I was so unbelievably close until it was ruined by a longer than expected call. I missed THREE calls as a result of it, understand how ANGRY I am with the likes of Jaguar Assist, utter pricks, I nearly won a bet and for that I shall London Terror Weekend their offices. But alas I can’t actually be bothered with the whole bomb making, it involves far too much planning ability.

But now I must make some kind of effort to go to bed, for I must awake at stupid time tomorrow and hope my clothes strewn across the room are remotely dry for the day ahead, again with the foreplanning. Bah humbug.

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