Mimi wrote:
What's happened? Do you know why they have all moved out? Did they have it planned for a long time and you have only just found out or was it a snap decision? Were you about to start charging them £2 a month to talk to you? And why's your internet being cut off? Should we send you more biscuits? I have one around here somewhere...
Quick - there's an hour and five minutes left - what's happened?
Our contract here (where I'm frankly quite happy - the estate agents are wankers and haven't fixed half a dozen very minor problems, and there are a few very minor problems with the house that won't affect us anyway since we don't own it) runs out in September. We've found another house, and the landlord, a friend, kindly offered to let us move in from June and not pay rent until September since we can't get out of this contract and his place will be empty anyway. He then said we can move in whenever, though he won't care when.
My flatmates, having absolutely no patience whatsoever (hence the ten-takeaways-in-ten-days-even-though-I-do-all-the-washing-up thing that happens twice a month), deciced to move instantly. It's always a bloody snap decision. It usually doesn't affect me directly so I just quietly moan to my other friends and let them get on with it, but this is a little different. They're really quite lucky I'm not vindictive enough to just walk out and leave them with a flat they can't afford without me and a baby on the way.
Fortunately BT are incompetent and haven't cut here off yet. I've got a bit of work done and might be able to not starve (seriously, I've survived for three days on pasta and some tinned tuna that I found. If they hadn't forgotten to take the tin opener I'd feel pretty sick right about now), but without internet access for the next fortnight I'll not be able to work much, so won't get much money, so will be living off porridge and potato cakes for another couple of months before I can even think of going out for a drink for the first time in two months. Although I don't actually know anyone here yet because on the three occasions where I've had spare money I've spent it all on visiting people in London and Canterbury.
And it's a year since I fell in love with my ex today. And some people who were going to visit me have decided to go to Barcelona instead, without remembering the time I quit my job so that I could go to Barcelona with them (and they then turned round and changed the date so we couldn't go after all) and considering that maybe this would be a bit of a double slap in the face.
Oh god, I need to sleep. Five more hours. I'm sorry everyone. Sorry.