Bored and broke

Roll on pay day heh thats all i can say... that and where has me exciting life gone, down the tube thats where, theres nothing to do and even when there is i have no money to do it... its all gone a bit wrong this month and will prob take me about 4months to recover from the finicial mess i have made.. got so bad last week that i couldn't lift any money out of my account as i had actually useded all of my overdraft and then some... so had to borrow a tenner from a mate and i hate asking for money...

then i had a tricky situation as i was flying home to belfast and i would normally get a taxi to the airport but on a tenner this was not possible, so i had to walk to the bus stop which was 4 miles away ... i repeat to emphasise 4 miles away...... was trapzing along with suitcase in tow and laptop bag and handbad looking like a homeless washed up creature... (it was pissing it down) half way there if even, one of the wheels few off my suitcase so i now was not only looking a mess, homeless and well fecked off i was drawing attention to myself by creating this strange farting noise caused by my trailing suitcase the whole way up the road... eventually got to the bus stop and was waitin on my bus, little did i know that the bus was actually 6quid to the airport and the bus then from international in belfast to city centre was also 6 quid... now i passed my GCSE Maths like the rest of you im sure and in a tenner that just aint gonna add up...

bus eventually arrived and i sat at the front as i needed someone to complain to about my mess... filled the wee wrinkley bus driver in on the whole sorry tale, after he had kindly gasped and sympathitcly shook his head in all the right places i felt alot better... then he makes me a offer, now if you were on the ball earlier you would have realised i was exactly two quid short of covering both bus journeys, thus the bus driver cunnlingly offered me £2 from his own dear little poctet on the condition i gave him a kiss on the cheek at every red light (cos obviosly i can't cross the yellow line at the front when the bus is in motion)

being the good, well brought up, wholesome christian girl that i am, considered the options and took his £2 and prayed for green lights the whole way to the airport.. 3 red lights we hit and true to my word i gave the prune lookalike man a peck on the cheek... yeehaa so now as long as all goes to plan i can now afford to get to belfast,

so all's well that ends well, even tho had to trail along the three mile from city center to my house at 11o'clock at night cos i couldn't afford a taxi, the only reason i prob wasn't mugged prob was the fact my suitcase was making so much noise by this stage it was like a personal alarm...

the weekend was pretty crazy too have to say but i will put that installment in this evening... see ya's soon x