Urgh, just when I thought I just about had everything under control again, everything has started coming undone at the seams.

I am now pretty much screwed financially, as according to my bank I’m no longer a graduate, so yeah - bye bye interest free.

Fuck.

Plus I’ve been encouraged by the folks to go work my way up a company till I get into ‘management’ (as apparently I have no chance in hell to do what I did at uni as a job now) - I don’t want to get into management, I don’t want to be in management, I don’t drink enough alcohol or flirt with people for starters. Management are for people who want to be in management - they can go dance rings around each other, just leave me out of it.

No no no, it’s all going wrong, it wasn’t meant to beeeee this way, I wasn’t meant to be here two years on, I was meant to be somewhere else. London, Paris, the WORLD - I could have ended up anywhere but I’m still here.

GArrr.

I should be more distraught than I’m currently am, though the way I see it, I know it’s just life trying to shove me a little, it’s upsetting my little micro sense of false stability to try and provoke a reaction out of me. It knows I only save my ass if the situation is a desperate one and if I don’t save my ass then I’m screwed.

So basically, this means I won’t be spending money, having any form of social life (par that which is already planned), oh and I’ll be trying very hard to freelance* the fuck out of everything.

Ah…why can’t life just let me have a breather for once. It’s once thing after the other, unemployment, chicken pox, financial crisis yada yada.

(* No that is not an euphemism for something else)