no culture for the wicked

I realised today that I can't write about much without a job or money or my own place, and it's harder to be inspired when the highlight of the day was going to Redditch library. I couldn't find any books by George Orwell or Sylvia Plath but did find every book ever written by Katie Price, including the sexy looking festivity 'Santa Baby'. I grabbed a few books that looked interesting, and the one fiction I chose is called The Gay Divorcee. I've read the first few chapters, it's not great. Will 'review' it next week, if you like.

My shoulder still has a trapped nerve which is very painful. I feel I haven't seen my grandparents for a real visit in days. The post weekend drug guilt has worn off now and I no longer feel embarrassed about certain revelations and conversations or for exposing myself but I do however feel that I should be careful. I am also probably a lot more paranoid about life than I should be.

Some good news slash bad news - brother and Hay have to move out of their flat by the 4th of December after some bogus dispute etc etc, and seeing as I am intending on living with them, I will be living in town, job or no job, by Xmas!! I am inviting Ming to spend Xmas with me, despite everyone saying 'no' and 'who is he?' but I just simply can't stand the idea of someone alone and so far away from everything at Christmas. I will provide him with a loving family, home cooked Christmas treats, a stocking with a present inside and my nubile throbbing naked body pressing against his in a warm cozy bed room for two.

I am thinking, after Christmas, when this has settled, and Ming has gone, and everything is sorted, that I will start 'dating' (like it's easy?). Not, of course if I marry Ming in which case I can forget about dating forever.