This is one of those times when I can not be as honest and candid about my life as too many people that know me read this blog. Ugh. I'm trying to locate my sense of humour and struggling, as at the moment I'm going through a personal crisis which is testing me and making me want to scratch out my eyes in frustration. OK...that might be an exaggeration. Fortunately the boyf is being great and so I haven't cracked up as I thought I may. I'm even thinking of trying the same crack my ma does.... I will be OK, in fact I'm sure that in time, I will be fine, but until then I will veer between being a bitch on wheels and a blubbering wreck.
On another note, 'ole Bony Arse (my boss) otherwise known as Skeletor is leaving us. Seriously, it's like one big fricking revolving door in this place - I should just sign over my salary for leaving present collections! As is my nature, I deal with displeasing news with humour - "Does this mean I can have your Sony Vaio?" and "Any chance of us getting a boss with hair this 01:35:52" I will miss him although he is trapped with us for almost another 3 months and MSlash and I have taken the piss out of him every single day. He's taken this in his stride to be fair to him and he even let me point out the fact that his hair is thinning at the back. I'm thinking a toupe for his leaving present? Or a weave?
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