It's grey,cold and drizzling as I type this. I'm back in Jos' flat. She now wants me out even earlier than I expected. She wants me out by the weekend. Lovely. Things just keep getting better eh? Oh well. The job hunt starts proper tomorrow. I need to improve my CV and start making applications. I have decided that I want to try and stick it out in London. I have a good feeling about this place in spite of the recent setbacks that I seem to encounter on an almost daily basis. Just had a good chat with Tat online and he's made me see the point in staying here a bit longer and giving myself time with regard to the job hunt.Now, to convince the parents of the virtue of my plan. I really should be more optimistic. This city seems to have made me more cynical and negative..something about being in a big city...I've hardly seen anybody smile. No bother,I'm going to keep my chin up and try not to let this place get to me too much.
On a different note, my l'il chatterbox thing on the side of this blog doesn't seem to like posting my comments...I just want to say thank you to all of youse for your kind comments. And, Buggstargirl, do I know you? I am perplexed....give us a shout if you like: timchia@gmail.com

Poem of the Day:

Is this supposed to be fun?

Grey,
Wet,
Lack of sun,
Is this supposed to be fun?
It's summertime now,
But too cold to run,
Outside.
Outside, seagulls screech,
For lack of a beach.
Is this supposed to be fun?
That hole in my pocket just burns bigger,
Everyday.
How did I get so poor? I just can't figure,
Outside,
The lack of colour here,
Mocks me.
Is this supposed to be fun?

Tim'05