Dickheads at the Penis Bar

The fuckers at Apple computer in Lakeside handed me a laptop. I turned it on. It didn’t look like my laptop that I had brought in the week earlier. Physically the features were the same; same dented case; same keyboard with the letters E and S barely visable; same chocolate stain on the side.

I turned on the laptop and everything was different. What happened to the tons files littering my desktop? What happened to the wallpaper of my of my dog? Why are all my apps in the doc missing.

It suddenly occurred to me that all my data was gone. “Unfortunately, you had a hard drive failure and we couldn’t recover you data.”

I literally wanted to strangle the consultant at the Penis Bar when he gave me that self-satisfying grin, that says “Sorry can’t help you. NEXT!” I was fraught with anger yet I was so tired, I didn’t have enough strength to angry.
Other things on the horizon: I’m internet dating again. I’m having some very interesting results. I’ll release my findings in the podcast. So don’t forget to tune in: http://naivelondongirl.mevio.com

I watched the vice-presidential debates this weekend Sarah Palin does have a certain likability to her, but if you listen to her long enough she sounds so condescending! She talks to the whole world as if we’re her down-syndrome kid.
Time for bed.

This Week Sucks

This week sucks

I’m chilling in my flat listening to slow jams, which sometimes are the best. Earlier today I was listening to the album Rudebox by Robbie Williams. This is one of the few albums that I thought was total shit the first 10 times I listed to it then I changed my mind. The more I listened to Rudebox, the more I realized that it’s actually a solid album:



His song, “The 90’s” has been in my head most of the day. As far as songs go, I’ve heard much better. There’s nothing pretty or melodic about this song. Lyrically it’s unsophisticated. It’s not even sung property. It’s a lazy spoken-word ditty. What stands out about it, however, are the raw emotions.

Is it a song, or is psychotherapy? Just by listening to the song, you can’t help but think, “should he really be saying all of this so the public can hear?” It’s almost…. embarrassing. I find it really heard to listen to someone’s pain. But somehow the song still draws me in.

It reminds me of something Wanda once said. Regarding my podcast episode, "Fallout and Foreplay." She said that the emotions on it were so raw, that it too was hard to listen to. Funnily enough, I got more e-mail about that episode than any other episodes.

Besides that my week has been pretty shit. Work is un-relenting. It’s totally driving me insane! I got in an argument with Wanda. I got mad at Mr. Charming all over again and decided not to be friends with him. If there’s anything I’ve learned from the BFE debacle is that sometimes it’s just best to walk away.

I think Kenny Rogers said it best when he said, “You’ve got to know when to hold ‘em / know when to fold ‘em / know when to walk away / know when to run/” And the situation with Mr. Charming is indicating that I should run far, far away.

I haven’t had a paycheck in nearly 2 months, so I’m totally skint. I have MINUS £9.50 in my bank account.

I’m a month late getting my book revisions back to my agent. And on top of that, my fucking Mac died yesterday! The hard drive is busted – and if it turns out that my book can’t be recovered I am going to fucking FREAK OUT!

Here’s my shit list for this week:
1. Payroll – who can’t seem to get their shit together and pay me on time.

2. Mr. Charming – who remains an asshole. If you’re that curious listen here. (skip to 29:59)

3. The Apple Store on Regents Street – They suck and you can never get an appointment with them.

4. British Gas – How is my gas bill over £200?!?

5. Phone chargers that don’t work.

Send me positive vibes and maybe next week will be better