I've been mostly unable to go out all month due to severe funding problems. At long last, tomorrow those problems will be solved for another month. Or more likely, just for a few days until I blow all my wages on junk and being disorderly.
Through circumstances that still baffle me somewhat I seem to have found myself pretty much homeless. Not only is this odd in itself, but even odder is that this is becoming a fairly regular state for me.
Now, the two paragraphs above seem to go well together. I'm now homeless, and I'm also about to get paid.
2 + 2 = ?
That's right kiddies, Swinstead is looking to rent himself a new place to live. I can just about afford to rent a place to myself but I'd be eternally skint so I'm in the market for a housemate. So is anyone ready to fly from under the wing of their parents? Or perhaps anyone just graduating uni and needing their own place? Or even anyone living with a prick at the moment and wanting to move?
Answers on a postcard!
The idea of this post was that after briefly mentioning my housemate search, I would meander back onto the primary topic of the blog. Having completed stage 1 of the plan I now have the problem of having forgotten the primary topic of the blog - henceforth to be known as the PTOB.
I'm still without my driving license for 8 months and it's not starting to get to me. I may have gone crazy before the ban runs out.Last week I had the luckiest bag of skittles ever. All matched. You know.
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