ok, so i was considering posting something about the guy i'm kinda seeing when i got home, but no, that would be way to nice for my mood right now.

so, instead, i'm going to rant! like insanely so!

so, my flatmate, gareth, has been in lithuania for the last 3 months and before that, save for a fortnight not long before he left, he was back home for about two months. so, essentially, he's not been living here for the last five months and i've been living on my own.

he got back from lithuania on sunday and popped in to the flat on his way into uni. then i got a message from him today, saying that he was going to pop by today too. then he text me saying that he was possibly going to stay the night cus it's his girlfriend's birthday. so i replied apologising that the flat's a tip, but (basically because i've been working 7 days a week for the last month) i haven't had the energy to do more than the bare minimum of housework for a while. he text back and said he might have a quick tidy if he had time, which is fair enough cus he's way more house-proud than i am.

so i get home at about 8, cus i was doing some diy for a friend, and started to sort out dinner. then i go to throw something in the bin and i notice that one of my pay slips is in there. i look a bit closer and notice that a load of other things, like post and more payslips, are in the bin too. then i look around my flat and notice that, not only has he come in and moved practically all my stuff under the stairs, he's also moved my crimping pliers and my REAL PEARL NECKLACE, that i made for myself, out of the way. and can i find them? like fuck! the necklace was on the dining table because i needed to fix it and i know that if he wasn't careful moving it, he could well have lost some of the pearls from it.

ok, so i know gareth likes the place clean and it wasn't the cleanest or the tidiest that it could have been, but i've been exhausted lately from work (and, yeah, to some extent, going out) so i haven't had the energy to clean as often!

but you do not throw people's payslips in the bin and you do not just tidy someone away, especially if you haven't been there for the best part of 5 months!

i can't live with him anymore. i really can't! the closest way that i can describe how i feel right now is violated! absolutely fucking violated! this is my home! my space! how dare he come in like a whirlwind and fucking blitz the place??? he has no fucking right!

GAH!!!!!!!!!!

Ok, so i've had Smokey Robinson's Tears of a Clown going through my head all day and it seemed to fit the feeling of Bret/Jemaine UST.

So...

I've had 'Tracks of my Tears' by Smokey Robinson going through my head all day and it seemed to fit the whole Bret/Jemaine UST...

Dedicated, as ever, to ballroombubble

Ok, so after a great night out in cardiff with ballroombubble I decided to do this in her honour...

i'm watching sweeney todd at the moment and, even though johnny depp really can't sing, i can't help but think happy thoughts about him, vince noir and bret mckenzie with whipped cream... and me of course!

OMG! just read ballroombubble's vampire fotc slash and i LOVE IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! go here to read it and LOVE it too! so totally going to have to post what i've written of my fotc/boosh slash so far soon!