Buses and being held hostage to icky flying things.

My bus journey home was rather stressful. Sat behind me were two men obviously going through a mid life crisis rather loudly, (needless to say I decided to drown them out with my angry music) one man kept randomly hitting me and the other took a dog along with him on the bus.

Now I don’t mind dogs at all, honestly I am rather fond of them.

But this dog was rather annoying. Not only was it a rather scrangy looking thing, but it absolutely stank, rather much like his owner.

This dog insisted on sitting under my seat- I didn’t mind that in the slightest, but it kept clawing and rubbing itself on the back of my boots.

I refrained from kicking the dog (just) but just bit my tongue for the entire journey home.

So I got off the bus at my stop, after being victim to it for an extra 15 minutes than usual, taking up an hour of my life I am never going to get back.

I walked to my front door and started rummaging for my keys in my handbag when I noticed I had a little visitor waiting at the door.

Conveniently placed right in front of my door buzzing about was a wasp. (I HATE wasps!)

I full on squealed and jumped back a few metres away from the hellspawned buzzy thing, dropped my bag on the floor and waited for about 5 minutes for the effing thing to fly away. Then I realised I couldn’t find my keys, which led to me chucking everything out of my handbag on the floor.

Lesson here being I really need to invest in a smaller bag!

But there we go, I must be the only person that gets held hostage by a wasp of all things.

The randoms of the night.

The randoms of the night.

Last night as I was trying to sleep I came to realise a few things.

Firstly, Lucozade does NOT work during the day at all, but it sure as hell gives you energy when you are trying to sleep (thanks for that you sugary vixen, I now have to go to work on like 3 hours sleep!) and secondly that when you are trying to sleep, meaningless conversations seem to happen.

The boyfriend started telling me about how he was sat underneath the ‘air conditioning unit’ in work and that it was so lovely and cold. I proceeded to laugh that he wouldn’t just call it an air-con, argued about that fact for a good 20 minutes easily before he decided to get on his high horse and tell me about how he is now speaking properly as he constantly listens to idiots on the phone all day. (He works for a leading electrical appliances retailer in a call centre providing technical support for computers and stuffs.)

The government has this scheme going on to give disadvantaged families on every benefit under the sun a free laptop and internet.

So he considers the majority of them to be skanks that pop kids out like no tomorrow so they don’t have to work.

When talking to these people who probably dropped out of school when they were like 12, he finds it hilarious to talk properly as it supposedly confuses them.

He also likes to use all the proper jargon, which makes them go ‘uhhh wahhhhh mayyyyyyyyte?’.

I do find it hilarious though that he loves customers that complain although I am just happy that he is back working again after several months of being unemployed due to a lovely little corrupt company firing him for basically no reason.

Really disjointed ranting there, but after literally no sleep and being about 5 minutes from heading off to work, I think I can be forgiven!

Well I suppose this should be my first post.

Photo was shot by best friend Char (http://charloustonephoto.tumblr.com/) absolutely ages ago, but I just love it!

Makes me miss having long hair as I am currently sporting boy hair as the boyfriend lovingly describes it.

Hoping I can actually stick to writing a blog, I attempted this a few days ago starting up on Tumblr, but we didn't quite get along!

Also hoping that by getting everything off my chest on here should help me stick to a slightly happier and stress free life, but I doubt it!