Well folks, its the start of a new week, but firstly I need to round up the last one before being fully able to indulge in this one... It would be a fair assumption if you guessed I had a few drinks last week. I just cant seem to help the need to go out and party. I guess that will happen when I reach 32 right? Monday night of last week consisted of having the Dentist come round. Yes, I started the week as I meant to go: on by drinking beer. We had a good night with loads of laughs, but when morning came it took me by surprise just how many beers we had got through when taking out the rubbish... Tuesday didnt agree with me much. My mind was telling me to crack on with work, but my body just wanted to indulge in much needed sleep. Why is it that when I see that dentist, I can never crawl into bed before 5am? Dam the lack of night time hours! Wednesday was a funny sort of day. Not funny ha ha, but funny as in odd funny. I took myself off down into town with Joanne the Minger and Kelsey the Minglet to check out the Estate Agents, as yes, I need to move again... I frikkin hate moving and everything about it. I like checking out apartments, but here in Marmaris, all they do is show you shit. The estate agents do not listen to a dam word you say and show you something way over your budget that makes you fall in love with it, or a great big pile of stinking crap. Dont get me wrong here, I love where I am living now, but I want to be a bit closer into town as I seem to live the furthest out of all my friends and no one comes to visit me unless they have transport, which happens to be next to no one here in Marmaris... Anyhow, visiting estate agents is a pain in the arse, so we only managed to get round 3 out of the 10,000 here. It doesnt help that I am super picky not just for myself, but for my bloody spoilt dog Gucci. Even though he is only a small piglet, he needs a large balcony to play on with his toys, or he wants a garden with trees, etc. And here, they really do not like dogs that live in the house. Plus, the time that I need to get out of here is the time that I will actually be in Spain on my jolly's... Yes folks, I sodding hate house hunting. I did manage to get my head down and do some writing for a friends blog in the States. We have come to a bit of an agreement: He gives me a topic that I guest write for his blog and I give him a topic to guest write for mine. Good agreement eh?! Thursday was as random as they come. After I finished work I headed down to Joanne the mingers as Uncle John was arriving. Not my Uncle John off course as I dont have one, Joanne's Uncle John. He was here earlier on in the season and god he likes a good drink. I really should have thought ahead and planned my outfit better rather than just a slavery t.shirt and a pair of shorts. I should have known that at 5pm we would have been drinking beer and by 5.30pm, onto the Vodka's... Alas, I didnt think ahead, and I was the only out of place person in Marmaris at 10pm in a restaurant looking like a tramp that had just been skipping. Thankfully, by this time, I didnt actually care. I ended up at home at the half decent hour of 11pm. As I had not had my fill, I stopped by the shop purchasing a couple of beers and decided to drink them whilst singing at the top of my voice to 80s tunes on VH1, all alone like some sort of saddo. I dont think the neighbors appreciated my vocal talents as they rudely came and knocked on the door telling me to shut the hell up. Rude As! Nothing else for it but to have a little chat with my Nan who had passed away last year. I am not simple or anything as I was not just talking into thin air or anything of the sort. Nope, my Nan lives in an Elephant that she bought in South Africa when visiting my parents that used to live there some time ago. And I know she lives in the Elephant as she likes to play little tricks on me while trying to freak me out. I guess it did freak me out at first when she used to turn and face a different direction or be sitting in the middle of my coffee table when she actually lives above the fire place. But now, it doesnt freak me out at all, I thinks its great that she likes to say hi. So yes, me and my Nan were sitting watching a bit of VH1 (after being told to shut up) and having a good old confab at the same time. It is fair to say that she squared me up. Good old Nan eh...! I went to bed around 2am feeling a bit drunk but super clear about what needs to be done in life, and that meant going to bed instead of facebook stalking. Friday was a rather normal day. Not much else but work and chatting online with the dentist. I did not go out and shake my asse on the dance floor, nor did I drink, so I feel that the rest I needed was given and granted ready for Saturday and its rather not so normalness. I had every intention to clean the house on Saturday after the benders from Eastenders had been on, but clearly that didnt happen. Instead, I went down to visit Joanne the mingers family as more had shown up. They all had raging hangovers by the pool, but not me... No, for once I was not in a cloudy state of affairs and fancied a beer. So thats just what I did. And it gave me the taste for more. I didnt stay at the hotel too long though dwelling on the prospect of having more beer, I got myself home to get ready for hitting the town. The dentist took me to see his friends play in a gig on the beach front, then we hit bar street. It is fair to say that after a few beers, a few vodka's and then a few more beer's, I was a little bit tipsy. [understatement.com] We then piled back to the dentist's friends pad where more drinking was done. And when it was time to go home, we could not find the key. After about 20 mins of looking for it, it suddenly appeared in my hand. Odd how for that to happen when I REALLY did not know that it was there... Sunday was one of those cool, chilled out relaxing days spent on the sofa watching DVDs. I have nothing more to say other than I liked it. And slowly but surely, we are brought back to bloody Monday. Usually a day I despise, but its not been too bad, well, not yet anyway. I have some old friends staying in Icmeler at the moment, so after work I went along to have a much needed catch up session with them, did some shopping and then got myself back to where I am the most comfortable. On the sofa with the dog. The impending doom has not hit for a while which I find uncomfortably unsettling. Where is it, when is it coming back, do I want it back, is that where all the inspiration comes from? As much as I dislike the impending doom, I dont wish it to take away any of the deep in me. Well there poses a question: Do I even exist without my impending doom? Food for thought... Anyway, its nearly a week since I visited those sodding estate agents and I have not been called back yet by one of them wishing to show me some crap, nor do I have any further inclination to go to more estate agents. I also have not managed to clean the sodding house. Ohdeargod.com I guess it can all wait until tomorrow. But tomorrow never comes right?
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