A bruised, swollen foot and a period at the exact same time? *groans and looks heavenward* Someone up there hates me...

It is too fricking hot!

Weather, I don't care if it rains, snows, gales, whatever... I just want it not to be boiling in my room anymore. Sleep is a wonderful thing and my bed is already breaking, I don't need to be surrounded by heat as well.

I'm really upset. My Yahoo was hacked into (again) and all my messages are gone. And if that wasn't bad enough, I had saved most of the next chapter of "I vomit into your hand like a jackpot" on there and now it's all been deleted. I have it on paper but I still feel so shitty about it. :(

Who would have thought it? A permanent vacation is nowhere near as fun as I thought it would be. There's no point in getting up, I've gone for so many jobs that I'm starting to repeat myself and I have no money so I can't have a social life either. *sigh*

Could someone just tell me I'm going to get a job soon, please? And that they won't screw me over like the last two did?

For fuck's sake, it turned out to be another "You've got the job! Oh wait, no, you haven't. Sorry." How exactly can that happen? And now I'm completely unemployed. That's just fucking wonderful.

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I'm not what you would call devoted to my fandoms. Yes, I will squee if there's a character/episode/plotline I like but other than that, not really. Supernatural likes to wallow in misery and can't write young women well, M*A*S*H can get so very preachy, whoever thought Buffy needed to have two more seasons should be shot, the final Life On Mars episode was bloody awful and Doctor Who is and shall always remain a guilty pleasure because it's really not all that good. *But as this is such a whingey post, I might as well do good points as well: For a CW show, Supernatural can be smart, subtle and, ever since they blew Sam's girlfriend up, I've always thought they were unbelievably ballsy. M*A*S*H can still make me cry/make me feel all warm inside, the majority of Buffy 1-5 was amazing, Life On Mars kept me hooked every week and I shall miss David Tennant so much when he's gone because he's usually the one making DW all worthwhile.

And another thing; what is it with people saying "a bad episode of ________ is still better than anything else on television"? Bad television is just that: BAD TELEVISION! Abysinnia Henry is miles better than Red Sky at Morning, The Body is a million times better than Yessir, That's Our Baby, Life on Mars - 2.04 pwns Wrecked, I would much prefer watching Family of Blood over LOM's final episode and What Is And What Should Never Be leaves The Doctor's Daughter in the dust.

Huh. So that job I was so excited to get? I got fired from it on Friday. But that's not the thing that's bothering me: When I went to the interview, she told me that the job was a hundred percent mine but I found out late Wednesday that it was just a one week trial. I still got paid and I've got my old job back for a while but still, I feel like I've got screwed over. :(

God, I have not been well these past couple of days. The hurty back thing is a bitch but I've gotten used to it, the clamminess and the numb hands is annoying but I can live with it and the nausea is not too bad because I don't eat all that much anyway. It's just... the tongue thing I can't handle. It's not too bad if I stay with a constant supply with water but it keeps trying to, like, fold back into my throat. My speech is all slurred, I have to keep biting it to stop from gagging, I'm losing sleep... It's highly irritating.

Maybe if Supernatural was on HBO then we might have a chance of them posing as hookers. God knows they look like ones in this. ETA: You've got to wonder what their prices would be.

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So my parents are insane, right? I knew that anyway. But recently it's got into wallbanger territory; they moan at me for doing something wrong and then they yell at me for getting upset, completely forgetting the fact that they know shouting makes me wangsty. I just don't understand how that works.

I know I shouldn't be saying this considering that I'm off to Portugal in a few weeks (and I'm going to miss the squee over the SPN Comic Con *whinethrashwangst") but I can't stand the heat. Not that I'm not looking forward to air conditioning, good food and a swimming pool but here, in England, I hate it. There's only so much cold lemonade that I can stand, my bed is so crappy that I can't sleep anyway and I get clammy so freaking easily.