I’m really starting to hate the LiveJournal now days, I remembered when it first started it was all cool and good fun.  I tolerated it for sometime now as a Early Adopter I was immune to the advertisements when they came in, but now, I can not rid my blog of them.  It’s unpossible!  And they’re HEAWGE!

So I reckon I’ll just give up on livejournal and let it die a commercial death, in the void of the commerical internet were it deserves to be, a hollow “community” alone in a dollar filled void.  Much like VOX or TYPEPAD.  I know it’s a bit ritch as I have google ads on my site, but in realistic terms it makes pennies and they aren’t obtrusive.  As for some other magical ads, I think they must be due to estat which reminds me to cough up another couple euros a month to fix that problem.

I’ve also dabbled with an AOL Journal, it seems basic and not as fun as the masterpeice that Кевин.com.ua is at this very moment in time.  However, once I can afford to purchase my WINS Server from Santronics I might fully downgrade and we’ll see in what non-commericalised text based internet that takes us.

We await in glee.

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.

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.

… until 0.00 this evening when I get back in I feel like a drink.  Mmmm alcoholic beverages.

But I don’t have any lager

I can’t get to sleep without my music but my iPod died out when I started to play my music. Understand my annoyance with the bloody thing.

Apple I will seek revenge!!!!!!!!!!!

Although I wonder why I’m blaming apple really, it is after all not their fault my battery went flat.

I can understand Turbo eating the job and shitting it all over the place, that’s fine, I’m down with that.  What I can’t understand is somebody going in there after it and saying “HAY I AUTHOTISE” to the agent when there ain’t shit all there.

Common sense?  I haven’t seen her in ages…..

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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!

..  then call your car insurance company!

Seriously, this rather, erm, happy chap called me this evening on a non-us telephone line, all I can do is bash keys and input data for these people.  But in this instance I felt I had to intervene.  This chap was quite obviously a bit merry (I say a bit) and thankfully I got him to shut his mouth by minute 5 so I could just end my torment.  My notes to the insurer:

Please contact this driver about the mentioned reference, he’s saying he is claiming liability and would like to add … I’m just typing in notes ***SO PLEASE CLARIFY THIS WITH HIM WHEN YOU CALL***.

Mind you I managed to side step a bit that parts where he admited giving false information to them, but they’re more than welcome to CLARIFY THAT WITH HIM WHEN THE CALL.  Jesus Christ.