The last supper

Tonight I ate the last of my Easter chocolate. It was a Kinder bunny, and it was good. But now I'm sad, I want more, much, much more. Buff says I can have his Mini Egg one, but the guilt would kill me.

We found the carpet we like today. It is indeed a nice wool mix. It's gonna cost a fortune but it's gonna look cool. Wow, I just wrote 'gonna' twice. I'm so street.

I still haven't revealed what my job is and why I hate it so much. If I say now then it's out of the way and I don't have to mention it again. Unless I'm talking about how much I hate it. Here goes....I reconcile and balance milk litres for invoicing and payment. Phew. That's that over with. It's boring, everything about it is a pain in the ass, and I have too much work to do in the time they expect me to do it. When Buff's business becomes bigger than Coke I'm outta there.

There's nothing on tv tonight. There hasn't been anything on all week. We've watched Top Gear repeats every night, and though they're good, I'm starting to dream of Clarkson, and that can't be healthy.

Does anyone remember the little creature things that helped the Thundercats build stuff? The Yobil Yobils or something?!! I can't recall, but can't be arsed to look them up either.

This time last week I had broken up for Easter, I was so excited, and relaxed. I sat blogging eating pasta and cheese feeling really happy for the first time in ages. I wish it was happening this week :( Gosh, I'm very maudlin this evening, what's my issue? Need to listen to more KoRn obviously. Hey I found out today that Jonathan Davis is married to a porn star. Luckily she's only been in a couple of films so she's probably still quite clean. Though she's had his kid now so she's soiled.

Oh well.