Bastard. I lost an envelope today which had a cheque for £2.25 and my address and someone else's address. I've been having paranoid thoughts about filthy pikey types finding it and stealing all my money and sending me lumps of shit through the post. Granted it's not very unlikely but I always think the worst. I wish I was less uptight sometimes. All the time even.
Mum & Dad are on holiday in Cyprus so I can look forward to hearing all about that next time I'm home. Several hundred times. Probably while dad's drunk. They phoned today and they seem to be enjoying it, so it's nice that they're not tearing each other's throats out. Which come to think of it they never do. Damn how random.
Jenny wants a party this weekend, and her soirees are the talk of the town (usually cause she fucks half the guests) so that might be fun. Ugh but not if anyone has sex in my bed. And especially not if I have to buy most of the alcohol like last time, so I'll have to be defiant and not be a pussy like I always am. Yes. Indeed.