Lifestyles of the penniless and obscure - Only the space in the palm of your hand can be more perfect

I'm sitting here at my desk listening to mum on the phone with her friend, scheming to set these two people up. Why'd I move back in? Oh yeah, I don't have money. Right.

So, my friend who is about to get her Masters at Westminster is going to live centrally, which means rent on par with New York City. I need to get some serious funds. I would rather just rent up north. Today while powerwalking (do not know if it did any good, because I just HAD to eat a few of those effing fig bars, stupid me), I saw some lottery tickets on the ground. They were all marked up, but I have a sneaking feeling I should've brought them with me and made them feel at home, taken them in. You never know.

What did we learn today, kiddies? Well, I learned not to jump on a trampoline if you need to pee. No, I did not piss myself, but I almost did. Life lesson, my friends. What else? Hmm, I learned that this makes me have rather dirty thoughts.

Oh, I also learned that I really hate it when people leave a voice message on my phone and do not say who they are, and their phone number isn't in my phone, and they act as if they are my best friend and I know I don't have a best friend, and all day long I'm wondering who it was, because I don't want to call the number and find out it's someone really obnoxious. The fact that the person was NOT in my phone, but acting like she was my best friend indicates that she IS someone I don't want to talk to. Right?

Tomorrow a film I'm in is playing at the theatre and another one on tuesday. As of this moment, I am in between films. Which makes me nervous and fidgety like the workaholic I am. My friend today suggested that I have issues with money. I agreed. She proceeded to feed me vegemite. Hurl.