Okay... For those of you who've been wondering where the fuck I've been, it's a long story. Just believe me when I say that it was complicated and I definitely did suffer big time. If that's all you need to know, then stop reading here. Otherwise, carry on reading for the full explanation.

Basically, what happened was that a while ago my prick of a landlord told me he was having to sell the flat I was renting from him due to his financial situation crashing down on him. So that meant I either had to find a new home or go homeless... thanks a lot, knob head. Aghh, can't blame him, though... he only did what he had to do, right?

Anyway, I spent the month I had left trying to find a new home on the little budget I got. But guess what? When you only work four days of the week for as little pay as you're allowed to get, it didn't happen. What a surprise, huh? :P

Luckily (or not) I did not wind up homeless. What I ended up in was a bedsit. Now, for those of you don't know, a bedsit is a place for where several people who are in situations like me can live together and they only have to pay a tiny fraction of the rent since they all chip in. Sounds pretty golden for me, no?

GUESS AGAIN, DUMBASS!

It was a nightmare! I was stuck living with an 18 year old, two 19 year olds, one 21 year old and a 25 year old. Big age range... each and eeeeevvvery one of them annoying as an pissed off puffer fish up my ass.

The 18 year old was just an annoying little wanker who thought everything was just going to be a piece of cake, (sniggers) he has no idea!

The two 19 year olds were just whiny little arses that were never happy with anything. Example, when it was my turn to cook the food, I let them know that I wasn't great and the most I could cook was a spaghetti and bolognese meal. So they KNEW I was a shit cook, yet when the meal was done all I heard was, "This is over done!" or "This is too much!" or the one which got me the closest to ramming a kinfe in their face "There's tomato in it!"... It's fucking spaghetti bolognese! It's meant to have tomato's in it!

The 21 year old... Oh, fuck... seriously... I... I hate him... hate him, hate him, hate him... he's the kind of guy who will read your text messages... on your phone... before you know you've received it. If my mobile went off when he was around and I wasn't, he'd read it. Fuuuuucccck, I so wanted to put him in a coma!

And the 25 year old... Jesus... she just didn't like anyone. Whenever her mouth opened, it was always a complaint about you or a complaint about something to do with you. But either way, a complaint all the same! -_- Stitch her mouth up... if only things like that were legal...

Anyway, it's taken me ages. But I finally managed to land myself a new job, I've got a good bit of money coming in. I've got a new home, ALL TO MYSELF!! And best of all, my PC, which had suffered to major heart attacks on me is all fixed and working.

This... is probably the longest journal entry you've ever seen, right? And I'm sorry if I've pissed you off, but I needed to just say these things... and I thought, I'd do it, and let everyone on FA know I am alive.

As for my works, I'll release some info on what I decide to do with them soon. I haven't made up my mind yet about to continue them or start something fresh.

Talk later,

Astro~