GRRRRRRRR

Feeling bloody fed up this week and still effing angry at Tone. I feel like a kid having to stay with Mavis again, and as much as I love her, her nutty behaviour is starting to irritate me a bit. She randomly brought me a cheese and ham toastie at 4 yesterday morning. That would have been brilliant if I’d just come in from work, but I’d had the night off! LOL.

I’m really grateful for having a roof over my head, don’t get me wrong, but the trek back to Dollis Hill after a night in the club is doing my head in. There are some dodgy dudes on the night buses in London – Tone never used to be happy about me taking them, and they take freaking ages because they seem to stop at every bloody stop and then some other ones that just get invented because the sun’s gone in.

The trek to work isn’t so bad in comparison with the shit that I have to put up with from Tone once I’m there. He’s being a right wanker. He finally put me on Window 2 at the weekend but then he didn’t pay me properly. He said something about having to go to the cash point and so I waited outside the front of the club for 20 minutes until he finally stumbled back (he obvs had a cheeky pint or a kebab or something) when he told me that the cash point had run out of money. So for the 3 million cash points (maybe a slight exaggeration lol) in the centre of London, not one of them had any cash? Yea yea Tone. And this is coming from a man who ALWAYS has a bundle of rolled up Benjamins in his pocket.

Wing isn’t exactly helping either. She’s been really busy with uni work apparently. But surely she could return one of my calls? I think she might have met a fella, but she won’t admit it. And it’s not like I get to chat to her at work because Tone’s had her on Window 1, which is probably to make me jealous. I thought she might have fought my corner and come to Window 5 to be next to me. Friends eh?

Still, I made myself a whole bag of potato Smilee Faces for dinner and then had a massive bar of Dairy Milk. Not much that Dairy Milk can’t solve these days!

Hope your Tuesday has been better than mine!

DRAMA!!!

So anyway last week I got in trouble with the police and thought that was the worst it could get (at least in ONE week anyway) but I WAS SO WRONG.

Went back to Tone's after I legged it from my place and everything was fine... for maybe 24 hours. I forgot what a pigsty his place is and what a pig he is. In fact thats mean to pigs. I'm sure pigs don't leave mouldy cups and plates and full ashtrays everywhere and BLOODY GLASS BONGS lying on the floor, dimwit bloody tit.

ANYWAY. I'm picking my way across this unbelievable DUMP and trying actually to clean the place up and I stand on his precious bloody bong he brought back from India when he went out to find himself when he was twenty one (or some shit). It's made of glass and I'm wearing heels, so wham - went straight through it. I never liked it anyway - Tone is so boring when he's out of it - AND the dam think cut my heel cos my shoes are strappy.

So... There's actual BLOOD, I'm hopping around swearing, he comes in and actually says, "what have you done, you dappy bitch?"

DAPPY BITCH. I just saw red cos that is total out of order cos it was HIS FAULT. I call him a wanker and immature and whatever, it all just WHOOOOOSHES out and before I know it we've been arguing for four hours... I've literally coughed it all up! How he never appreciates me, how he's a pig, how he's inconsiderate, how he takes advantage, even how he's a sad old lech for going out with me in the first place! [He always says he's thirty nine but we ALL KNOW he's way older than that!!!] Then I start making fun of him, telling him what all the girls at the club say about him and probably I shouldn't have done that, but I'm just SO SICK of him never giving a toss how *I* feel...

... And anyway, to cut a long story short he chucked me out on the street. At about 1am!!! I tried Wing's but she was out and Mavis was bloody away (she's back now though), so I ended up walking round Leyton all night with two black binliners. There were a few cafes open and a launderette but can you BELIEVE IT! Typical Tone. I eventually went to Wing's and she put me up til Sunday which was when Mavis came back.

Of course he tries to get out of it, saying he reckoned I'd go to Wing's and how was he sposed to know she'd be out... but why would you chuck someone out on the street in the middle of the night??? I'm sick of him, he's gone too far this time... Especially since he got well nasty when he realised I wasn't budging: he only goes and says he'd sack me if I didn't get into work on Friday night, Wing too! So I ended up going - I needed the money! - and he puts me in WINDOW 6, which is for the new girls... I've been at the club for YEARS. And he wouldn't let me in the VIP room to talk up any of the punters for tips.

At the end of the night he says, "I hope you've learned your lesson" -- like I would just say, "Oh OK" and go back with him NOW. So I just walked out on him... You should have seen his face! Saturday night too, I came in, went to Window 6, not a complaint, totally blanked him. I could see his vains like BULGING, he was that mad. Last night (Monday) he was trying to make me jealous going on at the Polish girls and laughing too loud if you know what I mean, looking over at me every five minutes. Loser.

So that was my week. Happy Tuesday -- can't be any worse cannit??

Landlord, Police, Action

Short one today as I'm in-between crisissess (spelling??): the Landlord came round yesterday and started fffin and blindin at me about the state of the flat which is well harsh cos it was a dump when I moved in!!! But apparently theres a been a slow leak from the boiler which I didn't notice cos of the SHEER AMOUNT OF CRAP I crammed into the boiler cupboard.

Most of my stuff there is ruined now but apparently thats not enough for the landlord - he wants to charge me for the boiler too! I told him to sod rite off, besides which I don't even have any money anyway - but apparently I've violated clause 42 or something of my tenancy agreement which says I have to notify him of things going wrong in the flat or I'm liable! I told him the boilers so bloody ancient it's a miracle it hasn't killed me of carbon monoixde poisoning and then he's REALLY be in trouble and up for manslawter (womanslawter!!!) but he was having none of it and said I was a skank and then I might have given him a little smack in the face and then he called police and then I got picked up and taken down the station!!!

And I missed work and Tone got miffed and left no less than 18 messages on my phone but my phone was turned off cos it was in the police evidence locker when I was being questioned and even tho I got released without charge in the end, police came looking for me AGAIN cos Tone reported me MISSING! Apparently I am a "vulnerable person" or some shit cos of me being in care when I was a kid, which is why they checked on me even tho I'm over bloody 18! Then I called Tone and he had a massive go at me and then I started crying and said I'd had a shitty day cos of the landlord... He says he'll beat the landlord up so I have to persuede him NOT to do that... So Tone ends up coming over, picking me and my (undamaged) stuff up, then we trashed my flat to really show him. Now I'm at Tone's. Until I get myself sorted in a new place at least.

What's your week been like, then? Happy Tuesday!