Well, what a week.  So far I have syphoned my entire monthly budget in one trip up to Newcastle (and it was worth it).  I’ve got sick of my job and the bitching/gossiping that seems to be getting worse and worse.  My car has magically fixed itself (and I only paid £37 for it).

I’ve also got myself a watch, which I like and enjoy.  And it’s nearly christmas working time!

However, the best thing, the bestest thing EVER is:

DEAD SET - E4

Shortly followed by this (of course):

Ernestas Juodis

15/08/2008 by Кевин, on Flickr

Well there is quite a bit that’s happened since I last posted to this halarious blog.  First of all Twitter cut off the rest of the world because they’re bitches.  Secondly, from the photo to the left you can clearly see Tabernac and Laura at the Old Drain on an evening with Rob at one of our bodyshops.  This was a good evening.

Other highlights include - Lisa nearly smashing in to a parked Skoda, Tabs talking me in to going to Westfest and some other crap that passed aling the way.

Also, I jacked up my insurance to £82 a month.  I decided I want my no claims protected. Holla.

Remeber that post some time ago, please find attached the final conversation. Officially Keiran is a complete prick and I don’t know why. I might just punch him.

Kevin look who it isn’t
8:56pm

Kieran Bye Bye
8:56pm

Kevin so we’re not talking smack today then
8:58pm

Kieran
i really can not think of any1 else in the whole of the world that i would less like to talk to then you!! please leave me alone, if youre guna be a twat!
8:59pm

Kevin excuse me? I think I’ve got a supreme right to be a twat to you. You have alot of explaining to do. Getting threatening texts at all hours and being harassed on facebook. WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM? Explain.
9:02pm

Kieran Bye Bye, have a nice life 9:03pm

Kevin
So I’m not going to get an explanation or an apology. Kieran, you my friend are the twat. And when you have the balls to tell me what your fucking issue is then I think that status can be re-visited. Until then enjoy prickdom.

I FOUND THE MARGIE PHELPS EMAIL, PROOF AND TESTIMENTONIAL THAT SHE CALLED ME A SOAP OPERA CHARACTER:

Reply-To: (margiep77@kscable.com)
From: “Margie J Phelps” (margiep77@kscable.com)
Subject: Your e-mail to godhatesfags.com
Date: Sun, 10 Feb 2002 14:22:14 -0600

Margie Phelps

At 6am in Canada time I get a call. I AM THE NATWEST ANTI-FRAUD ROBODROID WOMAN, PLEASE ENTER ON YOUR KEYPAD THE FOLLOWING ITEMS OF SECURITY. I did. It failed. So the bitch put me on hold and about 1 minute later (80p in real money) I get a human. The call only took a further 45 seconds. Why didn’t they send a human to call me in the first place?!?! I feel I might complain, their robots are starting to annoy me.

The end of it all, was a dodgy cashpoint that couldn’t fulfil my transactions so cancelled it which then started the fraud system process of locking off my card. The problem being - THIS WAS OVER 3 DAYS AGO.

But at least the fraud system works. Sort of.

Should I юмор tag this?

To :

Excuse me?

From :

Whos this?

To :

Santa clause. What’s your thing with having a dig on facebook then logging off?

…. [silence]….

To :

That shut you up.  When you want to let me know what ever problem you seem to have is by all means.  But you just want to get your gob on then i highly advise you don’t bother.

From :

Nothing shut me up, i was busy! My problem is u! And the fact ur constantly shit stiring!! U better hope i dont see u out and about!

To :

Shit stirring what? I would actually like to know what your fucking problem is.  You haven’t even passed my mind until today when you got all high and mighty over some delusion you seem to have about me.  I don’t even talk about you.  You’re a non-entity. Get over it.

From :

God help u!! Thats all im guna say!

To :

Cryptic. You’re going to have to be more specific than that. Do I look like mystic meg? I’d actually be interested to figure out what I’ve susposedly done since the last time you bothered me at some stupid time in the morning.

Seriously, the last time a certain somebody was in touch I think I made it quite clear that a bridge should be built and got over and burned appropriately. However, it appears my harsh facts of life wern’t quite received:

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5:57pm K: look who it isnt,!!
5:59pm K: yeah u beter ignore me!!!!
6:01pm K: not so mouthy now are u??? i cant wait till i see u and and about!!!!!! ur guna get a peice of my mind!!!
6:11pm Kevin: [This person is no longer online.] eh?

I’m just not getting it? What’s the drama? What me say? Me say nuffin’. So what is going on here? Am I some kind of despised super celebrity? HOLY SHIT AM I BRITNEY?!!?!?

Over the past few weeks the amount of dramatics in my life has increased twn fold. I’m convinced this is due to my adventures in “personal time” which I might add is highly over rated.

The biggest drama at the FSG was the now famous Not-So-Pay-Day, rumour has it accounts forgot they had a bank holiday and screwed up all our wages paying in to our accounts. The lower paid masses (bookings) appearently became ferocious and somewhat rabid with the figure head of accounts. As a result a select few were paid. Thankfully I was but one of them as I made it quite clear that my rent was going out and that if I didn’t get at least £500 by the morning of payday I’d extract it in selling his organs on the black market. This saw that my account was credited in full (where as most other people only got about a 3rd of what they were owed. Nice.

The next set of dramatics comes from my home place. We have a new tennant. I call her cat lady, because she’s a bit mental, like a cat woman, but without the cats. Our first conversation was “You’re the one who lives in that room. I smelled you on saturday night, it was nice.” I could only laugh, but I was scared on two counts. 1) this defines our relationship and a string of blog posts to follow and 2) I wasn’t there saturday night.

I then was cornered in the kitchen with nothing but a can of meat balls to defend me. She discussed the murder at the end of my road, I tried not to be scared of her mentalness and it ended when I abandonned all hope on eating. Possibly this will be the best diet I’ve ever done! Thankfully, other than making me have to use the motorway on saturday morning because she had to wake up and have a shower/bath at 0730 on said saturday morning (WHO THE HELL IS UP AT THAT TIME?!) I haven’t seen her since.

Also, My Matt has got himself married on Saturday. I don’t think anybody got invited but hey, still love him. See, I can forgive, one person mind, but cometh the alien invasion (I’ll be lasering you human bastards with my new overlords) I wouldn’t rely on this being a re-occurance.

Last night there was a barbeque and it was sound. Some photos can be found below:

This ended well with me vanishing in to the bedroom and crashing out.  Thankfully I didn’t drink enough to go from midly happy person to CRYING PSYCHO BITCH like I’ve done on previous occasions.  Oh how I love my new found drunk stage.  Not.

It was actually a cool event there were only a few of us and all we did was sit out in the sun and talk outside of the grim walls of our current overlords - the place of business.  We’ll have to do it again.  But I’ll try not to ram so much meat down my gob this time.

Anyways, right now I sit here on my Mobile Broadband at work, typing away being so professional (ie I seem to be a bit shirty with some of the drivers this evening, for I can not explain why) at work listening to my god, Jonny McGovern, the Gay Pimp.

Now, me so hungey.  I might steal some food from people…….

So it’s been a long long time since I’ve sat down to actually get around to writing a proper blog entry, I really need to be doing this more as quite frankly it’s a bit sad to have the best domain in the world and not use it to it’s full potential of internet evils.

We all know the FSG Rumour Mill has kept on top of my dramatic life and just about anything that has anything to do with anything. First of all my Craig situation, I love the kid but I can’t keep going with it, it’s a bitch and it hurts. He’s lovely, he’s ace but he’s not going to be my bizzatch ever and that makes the baby jesus cry. But we live, we move on and kill those in our paths.

The other situation that has properly blown up is my Matt and that well kicked off on my birthday, somehow, I’m sure just about anybody in the rumour mill knows what’s going on but I’m keeping my trap shut about it. Don’t get me wrong Claire was like “you’re the first person to be on top of all that” and she isn’ wrong, with our Carrie off having mini-me the mill is going a bit dry, so the vicious bitch over here is spreadin’ and stirin’ to make up for it. But that business, is nobody’s business and it’ll stay that way. Probably because I love Matt in that not so “I want down your Y fronts” way, in fact if it wasn’t for that cracking ass of his I think I’d like him to be family. But I’m afraid that’s an ass that won’t stop, so we can’t be doing the genetic thing and staring at it when it comes in to view.

During the week various things happened, really I should state that I need internets at work to give you the LIVE ACTION NEWS, but everytime I do I get told “OK YEAH” and it goes LOL ACCESS DENIED on me. But most memorable are:

Saturday Morning: One of our clients who have an accident rating HIGHER than the amount of vehicles they own, one of their drivers called in to say his NSF window was smashed in. This is not an issue, hey, I can even do this shit in my sleep, except he’s in France. No problem I think, I’ll just call Autoglass, they’ll do me some glass. Wrong. We had to call CARGLASS. Oh the fun we had.

The conversation went:
Me: Bonjour, parlez-vous l’anglais?
Her: Desole, je ne comprehendre pas l’anglais.
Me: Uh, Does anybody parlez-vous l’anglais?
Her: Non, Une moment, attendre a’ligne…..

Then I got passed to some woman who wanted to arrange an intervention…. oh well.

We got somebody else involved and that went equally as bad with CARGLASS, but finally our MD who although Italian and increadibly scary (it’s the mafia connections I’m sure) speaks fluent French. Even she can’t get Carglass to understand that we want GLASS IN TO CAR SO DRIVER VROOM VROOM TO ENGLAND. Idiots. So FAIL.

Saturday Afternoon: Me Tabs and Lisa went in the part bs to see Doomsday. INFO: BEST FILLUM EVAR. See it or die.

Sunday: Helped Vick move her stuff and a tellly. Her family are scary people (not the mafia connections). It was surreal. But at least I’m Vicky’s 3rd boyfriend. Although our sex life is non-existant and I’m horrid to her (but she loves it).

Anyways since the Fosters (or four cans I’ve just had is now setting in I shall go. See you my beetches.

I’ve been quite silent on this weblog for sometime now and all you people have had to read is twitters, links from del.ici.ous and the occasional photo off ShoZu which craps out if you put too much text in to it.

But now you can rejoyce, this is the first DAY I’ve had to myself in the homestead to think, clean and watch television whilst rubbing one off to columbo! This post might be insightful, it might not be but it’s going to happen now so relax OR ELSE.

The first thing I should update you on is my new job promotion to Accident Management which should be fun. This will be as of 07.04.08 so it’s all cool in the school. I will also get internets access so I may possibly update from there if I can (cos work is the only place I’m at now days).

But all is not good in my life, granted all I do is work now, it pays off but at the same time it diverts my attention from my life, which is pretty much in dire need of attention now.

Mostly because I’ve started the process of attraction with a smart, sexy, crazy and completely closed book of a guy at work. He’s great, I love the guy, I can’t even put in to words how much this is the case.

He says he’s straight, he says he’s done this that and the other but my god his body language does not even remotely correspond to what he says, which is what is making my life so shit right now.

Over the last two to three weeks I have been seriously considering what I need to do about him, because I don’t want to put myself in to a position I can’t get out of emotionally, but now it’s far too late for this I’ve stepped beyond this point and I’m now completely falling for him.

The problem with this is we get on like a house on fire, in fact, we’ve taken the street down with us. But each time he’s got to say I’m not gay or a story about shagging a woman or something. Which I then have to back off a bit. But I don’t know what to do, I’m stuck here. He says one thing and reacts in a completely different way. Why do I pick people like this? What is up with me? PLZ XPLAIN INTERNETS?!

I will need to have a bit of a sit down, think about everything and just go for it. What’s the worst that can happen? I lose, essentially, somebody who is so completely like me in all respects if he never wants to speak to me again. Being gay I can accept, in fact it’s been good fun, but times like these, it makes you realise how shit it really is.