Faith, Hope and Charity

Sorry about my brief albeit to the point last post. However, I couldn't think of anything more to write unless I faffed on about all the shit that was going on last week. I couldn't do that to you. It would have just sounded like a king sized whinge. Boring. Anyway, things are better this week except for the fact that my so called soon to be new housemate called me yesterday and has changed his mind at the eleventh hour. Instead of panicking or crying or whatever I was doing last week, I've decided to just wear it and soldier on to find another housemate. I'm re posting my ad tomorrow and I hope that the perfect person will be moving in within the next 2 weeks. My fabulous and amazing friend, Cathryn has generously offered a financial lifeline if I need it and I have accepted. I'm hoping not to need it but it's good to know it's there if I do. I'm just going to put myself in the hands of the universe and believe that that I'll find a house mate soon-not just one who'll be reliable with rent and bills, but a good and fun person. I'm just going to keep on truckin' with whatever is happening in my life and quite frankly, is a lot of good stuff. It's raining outside and I feel comforted by its lulling sound on the roof. I think I'm going to shower,go to bed and let it serenade me to sleep. I can't stop having erotic thoughts about Greg Combet... if it continues, I'll need professional help before I start staking out Trades Hall. Why does rain always make me feel horny?