  Or so I'm told. But then one cannot believe everything one hears. Like, for example, if someone says to you 'i like you', it may mean that they like your new suede jacket that you got for your birthday, or something like that. Damn, I love that jacket (not that that example was non-fiction or anything). So, guess who has finished a book but is too lazy to send it to publishers (lazy, scared, whatever...)?
You got it. Anyway I am starting another one, which I hope will be better. It's so damn hard with so little time tho - oh yeh, I have a temp. job at MAF in town, until the 10th of September. Boring but money is good. I really really really want to move out of home so of course I really really really want a full-time job; but of course such things are not the easiest to get. I saw an ad for a job that was perfect for me: 'Do you love reading, have an eye for spelling and grammar, have an English degree etc etc? ' Why, yes I do! Perfect. Part-time but still. So, how about an interview, at least... Guys? Guys?
Hello? Owwwwwwww. :-( Nevermind then. I mean it wasn't like I wanted a job or anything, fuck aye. So how's everyone? Good? Daf's in Rome, and of course he has been to the Keats-Shelley museum (tho why it isn't called the Shelley -Keats museum I just can't fathom! ), and of course now I am green with envy. But we'll get there someday. Someone come visit me and I'll tell you all the things in person that the government shouldn't surreptitiously&nbsp;peek at when they check my email to see if I am a terrorist or mention the words bomb, president, guy fawkes is the man!, osama bin who?, or, of course, motorcade.
Yes, indeed. I can finally post on this motherfucker! Sweeeet . Had an awesome weekend. How 'bout you? Love ya :-D 
