The Beginning

Ok so first of all, I'm starting this blog fully aware that no one other than myself might actually read it. But who cares right? It's meant to be a cathartic act...like being too lazy to handwrite a diary, plus the idea that it could potentially offer some people amusement is a bonus.

Then I'd like to refer to the title. I was going to call it "Trials and Tribulations of..." however since I've been told to adopt a more positive mental attitude (or PMA as several "hip" people seem to call it - PMA to me meaning something like "pre menstrual aggression, but moving along...) I figured, if I at least keep the title positive, any negativity which will be found inside will only be half as negative...make sense? Didnt really expect it to.

I'd then like to note that I'd love to know who got www.rainbowsandbutterflies.blogspot.com (mine has an additional s after rainbows because the other one was taken). Because I wanted that name...but its taken...and its taken by someone who doesnt even blog! Or maybe its set to private and I'm making a big hooha out of nothing. Either way I suppose rainbowssandbutterflies works too as I live near lots of sand so I'll just convince myself there is a reason for it.

Regardless of me saying I wanted it to sound positive...it will have lots of trials and tribulations...but thats what life is about isnt it? Mine will probably mainly consist of my hysterical and neurotic best friend (who makes helpful comments such as "my boyfriend is in jail (yes he really is, but for something minor, no need to get excited) and my best friend is a nut...great, my life sucks!" erm...thanks for that!!), and my fascinatingly bad/odd taste in men. It will probably also include adventures such as when my sink decided to release itself from the glue that held it into the bathroom counter and balance itself on the pipe, only to two days later create a waterfall by shooting boiling water out of its by then broken pipe. This was in fact so fascinating that I stood there in awe (yes mouth hanging open) as I watched the hot water shoot against my handy ikea laundry basket and then in a 45 degrees angle shoot against the wall from which it then finally leaked onto the floor, turning my bathmat into something similar to noah's ark. This caused the current (current being debatable after last week but thats an entirely different story) man in my life (lets for all intents and purposes call him K) to open the bathroom door, yell "ARE YOU OK?" to which I nodded in slowmotion. It was also in slowmotion that I responded to his helpful "WELL SWITCH OFF THE MAIN WATER THING" with "...there is no main waterthing". There is. It was right above the fantastically-spastically-water-shooting pipe.
This occured six weeks ago. I have yet to receive a new sink. Maintenance here is as you can see exceptionally lazy and I dont even want to think of the amount of times I've had a supervisor on the phone telling me "dont WORRY, by TONIGHT!!!!! you will have a sink!".

I think that should do as an introduction. I now have to go wait for said hysterical best friend, who will get even more hysterical when she realizes that when I agreed she could use the gym available near my house...that did not mean I would be joining her.