{"id":8611,"date":"2004-02-17T17:50:58","date_gmt":"2004-02-17T07:50:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.thefatwebsite.com\/?p=8611"},"modified":"2014-05-23T15:05:16","modified_gmt":"2014-05-23T05:05:16","slug":"hey-must-be-the-money","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.thefatwebsite.com\/?p=8611","title":{"rendered":"Hey!  Must be the money!"},"content":{"rendered":"<p align=\"JUSTIFY\"><span class=\"dropcap\">I<\/span>&#8216;m quite proud of myself, I got out of bed almost on time to make it to my lecture (although lots of kicking had to be done on Rob&#8217;s part) and i was only 10 minutes late. My sister and my mum are driving down in a few hours so that is also good. Also good is that today is money day, so i&#8217;m only overdrawn by 100 quid and not 500 now. Hah!<\/p>\n<p align=\"JUSTIFY\">With this newfound money I&#8217;m thinking about going into town to buy stuff to make up for the lack of stuff i did not buy for Valentines. Although Luan did point out that Valentine&#8217;s is basically for girls anyway, but still i need to rid myself of this guilt. My sister is still asking me when i&#8217;m gonna come home and i still reply &#8220;i dunno&#8221; She has a new cat. It&#8217;s called Jack. Which has already been nicknamed Mr Jack. The old cat was nicknamed Mr Pablo, and yes his name was Pablo. Original eh?<\/p>\n<p align=\"JUSTIFY\">Went to Junction on Sunday (stephane had to treat me) and I desparately want to work there. Actually anywhere. But Junction would be great, just one day a week. Yes. I have ambition. I sit here and think about jobs while Anna is out there now handing out CV&#8217;s to dozens of shops and companies. I shake my head at myself. I&#8217;ll go home later and listen to her stories about it, last time she told me this funny tale of how one lady in Carnaby Street just offered her a job because she really liked her aura. I want someone to like my aura! What does an aura look like?<\/p>\n<p align=\"JUSTIFY\">Last night, i hung out at Luan&#8217;s as usual. We got an amazing car paddling pool from the Early Learning Centre. Well&#8230;our friend danny works there and he left it out back &#8220;accidently&#8221; and we just picked it up and ran away. Its filled with lots of mini balls at the moment. So we sat in it last night, eating chicken wings that i made, watching crap TV shows, buried by lots of mini balls. I made chicken wings in the oven but for some reason it smelt like cake, so i was heckled alot. But i just threw mini balls at their heads so they stopped. No one appreciates my cooking efforts!<\/p>\n<p align=\"JUSTIFY\">I have too many homes. Whenever someone calls me and asks where i am, i go &#8220;at home&#8221; and they&#8217;re like &#8220;yeah which one&#8221;. There&#8217;s my flat where i pay rent, then there&#8217;s Luan&#8217;s where i make myself far too comfortable (last night i decided to wash my hair for no reason and they shouted at me that i did not live there and some people think i actually do live there) and then there&#8217;s Rob&#8217;s house, and then there&#8217;s my sister&#8217;s house for when i do actually bother to go home and then theres my mum&#8217;s flat. So really&#8230;i have too many homes. My keychain is a nightmare of keys for various addresses. I blame Brunei for not giving me a sense of settlement.<\/p>\n<p align=\"JUSTIFY\">I wonder who reads the blog? I wonder if anyone from our old schools read this?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m quite proud of myself, I got out of bed almost on time to make it to my lecture (although lots of kicking had to be done on Rob&#8217;s part) and i was only 10 minutes late. My sister and my mum are driving down in a few hours so that is also good. 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