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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Just a little post - have finished the world of work for now and will soon be jaunting my way back to Lancashire for the festivities.
Hope everyone has a Kitty-Fantastico Christmas and a spiffy New Year!
9:24 am
Sunday, December 04, 2005
Had another really great time on Friday - hanging out with the guys from work. The whole office went out for a meal at the River Cafe in Hammersmith, which was very yummy food - and I wasn't on a table with the Eeeevil One which made it all the better. Then the grownups went home and Me, Cheeky Irish, James Bond, Rabbit and Dancin' Girl carried on the drinking. And had a very jolly time with it too. Though drunk tongues do tell more, and I discovered just how Eeeeeevil the Eeeevil One can be. For some reason before I started, she wanted someone she knew to get the job and not me. So she made up some fictional person who'd worked with me and gave me a bad reference. Didn't work, and I'm awesome at my job, so HAH to her. Found out for definite the reason she stopped speaking to me was cause I got my new job that starts in the New Year (and she wanted to be put forward for it, but wasn't, cause she's Eeeeevil). And the day we all knew, she went over to Cheeky Irish (who is also working on this job with me), and...
Eeeevil One: I feel so sorry for you, Cheeky Irish.
Cheeky Irish: What?
Eeeevil One: I feel so sorry for you.
Cheeky Irish (annoyed that she's repeated herself so unnecessarily) What?!
Eeeevil One: Well, you have to work with Rachel (me!!) again. Wouldn't wish that on anyone.
Bitch. She's getting five eeeees now and being the Eeeeevil One. Thing is, she must be fucking stupid too. Me and the boys get on really well - so when she said what she did, she got no agreement, and instead Cheeky Irish just stopped speaking to her for being such a bitch. I mean, I at least have respect for intelligent bitches, but this girl is just butt-fuck stupid.
Anyway, rant over.
I want a kitten.
11:07 am
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Had a fab time in Manchester last weekend - was up for Tall Boy's 30th (*cough* sorry, was that 21st?) birthday. Hijinx ahoy. Absent Chees'm unfortunately, due to beastly work - much to the dismay of Little Julie, who has the hugest crush on Chees'm. Last time they met he practically stalked him the whole evening. I like watching the Chees'm squirm - mahaha.
Had a great time catching up with Yappety Dog and Huggy Boobs, reminiscing like we usually do about our Droylsden days in our huge and fabulous student house. And of course getting down and boogying with Tall Boy and other boys of the camp persuasion. God, I've missed dancing. Especially with a guy. Apart from the occasional foray in the kitchen to clanky jazz on the radio, Chees'm is not much for public dancing. He's only ever danced with me once, and that was when the crafty little begger was trying to seduce me way back when. So hurrah for the gay men who have ushered dirty dancing back into my life. Most fun. (I certainly hope they were all gay - otherwise I'm in trouble!)
And the pressure of the "birthday present" went well too - one always wants to buy your friends something spectacular for their birthday and spent ages considering. One trip to ebay for an assortment of Tori Amos badges, and a fascinating trip to Tiffany's and he was happy as Larry. (Does anyone actually know someone called Larry? And is he indeed happy?)
Fat Ass and Billy Zane also showed up - to be honest I was getting rather pissed at this point, and have mostly forgotten what we talked about - so here's hoping I didn't promise my sister anything outlandish! I vaguely remember us talking about babies (run for your life, Billy Zane!!), so hopefully I didn't promise her one of them.
Slept for most of Sunday, and managed a rather rushed lunch with Mr Gregorian in which I ate a huge amount of food and drank two chocolate milkshakes; and then jumped into a car with Huggy Boobs and had a proper girly natter all the way back to London. Fabness.
It's the Accounts Department Wrap Lunch tomorrow i.e. we all skive off work for the afternoon eating very expensive food and getting VERY drunk. Am making all kinds of plans to avoid being sat next to the Evil Bitch, who is still giving me the cold shoulder. Should be fun though.
Ooh! And I finally found me a pair of witch boots!! There's no pic of them online, but if you look below they're just like those boots only they cut off at the ankle.
Kerching!
10:10 pm
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