last night i made some delicious pumpkin soup for first course of dinner at my aunty and uncles. had plenty left, so this morning i rang up mum and offered her some and she said yes. so i kept a portion back for me tonight, and another one in the freezer and the remainder i put in a container and popped on in to her office.
she said she wouldn't eat it but that dad would. i said she could thin it down if required. i asked her if her work was picking up and it is which is good and asked her about my sister. apparantly she's on crutches and has a support thingy to hold her pregnant belly up. something may have slipped methinks. i was going to ring her tonight, but it slipped my mind.
the other thing mum talked about was not me, in case you‘re wondering. so i didn’t want to embarass her my mentioning anything, so i gave my leave and left.
i went window shopping and spent an imaginary fortune on things i'd never need to cheer me up, then arrived home just in time to get a telephone call asking me to come back in for a second interview for the NZRFU job. so i sent a small prayer to sweet baby jesus and said yes, i‘ll be there.
so my night has been filled with an alternating emotional state. haappiness and nervousness and self doubt and exhiliration. we’ll see how it goes.
oh, and i just remembered it's my
brother's birthday tomorrow
apologies for my tardiness. stress. well, that's my excuse and i'm sticking to it.
catch up. had a good interview on thursday and am looking forward to a nice phone call sometime this wee. or a crappy letter. but a nice phone call will certainly be a lot more nicer.
brother is being a c*nt. he wants to sell the mercedes as he wants to go on a holiday to rarotonga. as it's technically in his name he is allowed to but for fu*k's sake. give me a break.
it's been freezing cold this last few days. seriously cold. thank fu*k i bought an electric blanket last year. i love it. although how i'm supposed to pay the power bill at the moment is another matter. and the phone bill. and the tv and the internet bills. it's a worry, but something will happen. maybe a call to mater and pater to put some guilt on their shoulders. it wont be long, i'm sure but god i wish i wasn't me sometimes. however, i am me and i'm all i have.
played rugby on saturday and apart from some interpersonal issues with a team mate, had an enjoyable game. apart from losing. so got drunk, watched the all blacks vs italy game and slept well. first time in ages as it seems 5am or thereabouts is my more usual time nowadays.
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top 50 words from my blog over the last three weeks. boring i know.
i‘ll try to do better from now on.
still no word from dirty little c*nt and i’m not expecting that to change.
once, however, i call his mummy who's been feeding him money tomorrow, i may get a visit or at least a call. his unregistered car with no clutch and two flat tyres will be getting a free ride from the car wreckers the moment i get a new flatmate. so i‘ll at least get some personal satisfaction from that.
and speaking of mothers. mine called late last night. not exactly accusative, but more supportive than she has been in the past. so i suppose that’s a good sign. she even so far as to wish me good luck for my interview on thursday.
i'm a little bit tired now, so i'm going to watch tv then have a nice hot long shower, do the dishes and go to bed. unless marc messages me and keeps me chatting as he's wont to do. poor wee thing is having seperation anxiety after moving from warm auckland to cold christchurch
[ 43º 31.851' S, 172º 38.230' E ]. but at least he's learning new skills. he's built a wardrobe, started fires, demolished a garage and cooked in a strange kitchen. he's a good lad.
rugby. it's a game for real men apparantly. not the soft cocks who don't turn up to help out their supposed team mates. grrrrr. we had two reserves on saturday with seven guys suffering medium to severe injurues from the last three weeks (including me) and quite honestly you cannot play anywhere near ones best when your mind is most focussed on protecting what is already damaged.
and i only lasted 12 minutes before my collar bone lost its grip on reality and decided that i'd made one tackle too many.
so we drank a lot of beer afterwards and enjoyed watching the all blacks in their return match against france.
and then i came home. to an empty house. empty in the sense that a room previously occupied by a now thought of dirty little c*nt was now deviod of him and his all posessions. and along with all his possessions, any chance of getting the money he owes me for back rent phone power and the washing machine. so let's repeat that: dirty little c*nt. and once more for the hard of hearing; dirty. little. c*nt.
