how nice. had a lovely text earlier today inviting me to a haus dinner. headed straight to the shops as soon as i arrived back on the train after a long hard day of work and spent £10 on ice cream for everyone. got inside to find the kitchen full of people with huge amounts on their plate, wolfing it down. NOTHING left for me. and no one said a single WORD. not even you, supposedily best friend who doesn't even read my blog.
i'm tired of this. my "free" time is very limited. i haven't even been able to wash my clothes cos someones always using the washing machine. not once, in two months. no one here thinks of me. why am i paying £345 plus an extra £45 every month for this?? and i can't even get my private alone time in the haus to record - and there are so many ideas. maybe i should really think about that advice a GOOD friend said: "move out, find a bedsit or one person flat. you only have to worry and think about yourself". or maybe i should pack it all in and move back to london....
last week i was offered a contract to remain at my job permantly. only one of ten contracts offered in the whole company. a large number of good workers are going to be let go before christmas. i'm one of so few to be asked to stay. that meant a lot to me. FOUR YEARS of unemployment (i doubt anyone believes how much i actually looked for work or how seriously i took my voluentary positions) and now this! but what congratulations do i receive? "oh cool..." my feet are a mess. it takes an hour each way to work. i get home when it's pitch black. if i want to see a gig, i have to leave straight away just to miss the beginning. films? have to see the later showing and go to bed late. play a gig? well that's a day i have to book off. on an average night i get 5 hours of sleep. is it all really worth it?
i had a really sad email from my friend hayley. she was apologising for those messy drug days we had together - like MY addiction was HER fault. i haven't seen her or had much contact since moving to bristol. she asked me to come visit her in london over the weekend and meet her daughter. it's something i really want to do but i'm not able to. i can't afford it. i already coughed up £90 for our rehearsal space for the month and NO ONE has paid back a thing. yet if cat litter is bought, oh that's money that needs to be paid back straight away. yeah, fuck this shit.
i've realised a horrid thing; i can count the real honest unconditional friends on my fingers alone. and two of them are dead. just like on my left hand.