My flat is officially on the internet for sale! I'm so happy! My next big step is to sell it. Does anyone want to buy my lovely flat??? It's been on the internet all day and I haven't had anyone be in touch about coming in for a viewing yet. This worries me somewhat. I've heard that 80% of viewings are booked within the first 48 hours of a property being listed. Does no one love my flat? Can other people see the bad karma in there from a mile away? Even over the internet? Am I that out of tune with the karmic vibrations of homes that I couldn't tell when I bought the flat that it would bring me nothing but bad luck?
Today is day one of Onion Ring being unemployed. Clearly I am frightened of going home and finding the state/smell of the flat after I left it immaculately perfect. Clearly I am hoping she gets a job pretty much immediately. The longer she's unemployed, the worse my couch is going to look. Oh dear.
There seems to be a theme running here. I am lacking patience. I am defly the type of person that makes a decision about something and then wants to see it instantly done. I just don't understand why it should take any longer? I really don't ask for that much out of life and I'm always willing to put in the hard work. I don't see why things should take so long? Why can't Onion Ring get a job today? Why can't my flat have an offer on it for the asking price by the end of the week? I mean to say... really... these things aren't that big.
It's day four of project: Goat Whey Powder. On Saturday I had it three times. I am officially no more beautiful than I was on Friday. Very disappointing. I hope the effects have kicked in by the end of the container. Perhaps it's a three week process rather than a one week?
I went into Superdrug on my way through Putney yesterday. The Christmas campaign is out. I was the make up assistant on there and have quite a bit of work in it. I had quite a tear when I saw the images up in the store larger than life. They're so amazing. I can't wait to be the lead make up artist on a project like that. Meanwhile, I am the best darned assistant in town. I can go on emergency diamante dashes and keep your station cleaner with more available brushes than anyone I know! Anyone need an assistant???
My favourite word to say when I am unhappy is "Moo". I think it states my case clearly and succinctly. Today I have said "Moo" at least 27 times. Luckily it's nearly time to leave for the evening. How exciting. A night locked in my room using my laptop to play pilates dvd's for an hour and a half seeing as it's a non running night (due to intense darkness and impending rain). I'm too scared to run in the super dark now that all the scary teenagers have come out to play. When, oh, when can I move to Wimbledon when the scariest thing to jump out at me during a run will be a psychotic squirrel or a senile bunny rabbit?
Floss xxx
Today is day one of Onion Ring being unemployed. Clearly I am frightened of going home and finding the state/smell of the flat after I left it immaculately perfect. Clearly I am hoping she gets a job pretty much immediately. The longer she's unemployed, the worse my couch is going to look. Oh dear.
There seems to be a theme running here. I am lacking patience. I am defly the type of person that makes a decision about something and then wants to see it instantly done. I just don't understand why it should take any longer? I really don't ask for that much out of life and I'm always willing to put in the hard work. I don't see why things should take so long? Why can't Onion Ring get a job today? Why can't my flat have an offer on it for the asking price by the end of the week? I mean to say... really... these things aren't that big.
It's day four of project: Goat Whey Powder. On Saturday I had it three times. I am officially no more beautiful than I was on Friday. Very disappointing. I hope the effects have kicked in by the end of the container. Perhaps it's a three week process rather than a one week?
I went into Superdrug on my way through Putney yesterday. The Christmas campaign is out. I was the make up assistant on there and have quite a bit of work in it. I had quite a tear when I saw the images up in the store larger than life. They're so amazing. I can't wait to be the lead make up artist on a project like that. Meanwhile, I am the best darned assistant in town. I can go on emergency diamante dashes and keep your station cleaner with more available brushes than anyone I know! Anyone need an assistant???
My favourite word to say when I am unhappy is "Moo". I think it states my case clearly and succinctly. Today I have said "Moo" at least 27 times. Luckily it's nearly time to leave for the evening. How exciting. A night locked in my room using my laptop to play pilates dvd's for an hour and a half seeing as it's a non running night (due to intense darkness and impending rain). I'm too scared to run in the super dark now that all the scary teenagers have come out to play. When, oh, when can I move to Wimbledon when the scariest thing to jump out at me during a run will be a psychotic squirrel or a senile bunny rabbit?
Floss xxx
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