Professor Pinky's guide to life

So My space sucked me back into the depressive, dark place that I hate. My space. I'm on there every five minutes, checking if anyone of any importance has 'mailed me' only to discover no one has.

Last time we spoke my flat had fallen through and I had no where to live (bummer.) Now I live in a nice two bedroom house where the cats are constantly fighting (like they forgot who each other were on the car ride over here).

My job is still really really suck (not that I went into that much, I work in a sucky office doing a sucky job).

I never get to go out any more for one of several reasons, none of which seem important. My house is far too small to have people over so we havn't. Git is too tired to leave the house so we don't and no one really cares anymore (example being Git changed his mobile the other day and sent hundred's of bloody messages out and no one replied to any of them...he's feeling the love)so no one calls us to ask us out. They just assume we are not going....which to be honest we are not because we've totally outgrown/ drifted apart/ been replaced by the people we've grown up with.

Seriously considering moving towns, maybe to the evil next town over to be closer to Git's work cause his work friends are quite cool and we've seen more of them over the last 6 months then our best friends.

I think I'd rather move towns now than make a go of it because it's a bit like school again. Don't wanna force people to be friends with us when they blantantly don't want to be. How sads that?

Sorry for the lack of blog....not that anyone is reading this drivel, but it's nice to keep to my commitments. I've had a busy week people!

I finally wrangled Ed to the floor, stuffed a sock in his mouth, hog tied him and slapped his arse for not replying to the vast amounts of communication I send his way, while meeting Hannah for the first time...it's the only language he understands people, don't feel sorry for him. She's lovely and almost as strange as we are so she's gonna fit in perfectly.

On Wednesday I went to the We Are Scientists gig in Portsmouth. 4th time in the space of a year and musically it was their best...but I kinda liked it when I saw them last October and got to grope Keith at the bar afterwards when he graciously got pictures taken with us (his hair smells like angels).

On Thursday we lost the new flat due to carpet and the fact that we decided that moving our two cats their would be stupid so we are housing hunting again......yeah! I actually like the house hunting bit, just not the other crap that goes with it.

And then yesterday I came home from work, ate and instead of going to see my mate off as he has joined the airforce, went to bed...at 8.30....cause my body told me too.

So I'm going to make up for it tonight with some kind of singstar based evening I thinks......

I'm currently at home in bed....well not exactly in bed, maybe on the computer in my Raindeer Pj's but it's close enough to the bed for me to consider it bed. I caught the office bug and am now paying for it in snot by the gallon load. Everytime I sneeze I scare the cats (which is almost every 5 minutes now) and then want to sleep. I live such a rock and roll lifestyle.

In other news I finally got git to sit down and watch Garden State with me. His review was, as always, inlightening.

'Not as shit as Elizabeth town but still shit'

Thank you Barry Norman. I actually thought that the inclusion of Natalie Portman into our movie watching experience might make him a little more open minded but not. Apparently that only works if she is stripping or getting her head shaved.

Its the one dynamic of our relationship that winds me up so much. As I have a degree in Film Criticism and write film reviews for a living, it aggrivates me no end that when I show him films he grades them by how much he sleeps through them, how willing he is to go have a piss in the middle and if the leading ladies wabs are prominant enough. Oh and the explosions, gotta remember the explosions.

I better fill you lot in with a little bio of my life cause if I don't you're all gonna be slightly confused. I went to school in a very very small town. I didn't come from there so I was very much an outsider. My mum made the decision to move me back to Portsmouth when I was 15 and I started to become really into performing arts and film making. Eventually I went to uni, got a degree and now freelance as a film Critic. Git however has spent his whole life in Portsmouth, took a degree in Biomedical Sciences (what the....) and now works at the National Blood Service testing blood for stem cells (or something, to be honest he talks about science and my head does a homer simpson da da da da da hey).

So we are very very different. Maybe I will try showing him some german expressionist silent cinema for the 20's next.... te te te.

In the same way we all hope that Katie Holmes escapes the evil grips of Doctor Cruise and his Scientology buddies, I have escaped.

That's right, I have left My Space.

It's been difficult. I had to fill out several forms and even then Tom begged for forgiveness....that man.

I think he realized I was being serious when I deleted all my friends, pictures and extensive blog. Call me mad, but when you join an online community and you are getting messages from the people you see at work, it's not really working is it?

So I have moved the blog from there and from blogger.com and started a fresh here and now.

Just to warn you all I am the most boring woman in the world. I have another half Git (to protect his identity) and 2 cats (Git Jr and PinkyJr) who cause me constant hassle.

On the upside I do have a vague sense of humor and no real life, so everything you need to succeed on the internet.