Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuucking Flatmates

I shouldn't really complain... but I will..

So, last Thursday my 3 flatmates got home and decided to play some music, have a sing and dance (lierally) and drink their bodyweight in alcohol. They were quite loud, but it was all 3 of them and it was only me in bed, so I didn't want to moan, or ruin the party, so I kept schtum until they were sober enough to make sense of what I was saying. I explained that its fine to have a party, but with only two paper thin doors between me and the orgy of fun (not sexual of course) - I asked them to make sure both doors were shut. "Yeah of course...", "Sure..."

So last night, they get home from the quiz, I'd been out for a girly dinner with some old friends, and they are carrying the usual Thursday tools. (3 bottles of red wines, 12 cans of lager, 40 fags)... - and they kept the door shut. Well, they kept it shut until they were drunk enough to not know better.
From 1am - 5am they decided that I would like to also hear the noise and shit music coming from the smoky kitchen. I got up and shut it, and asked them to keep it shut, about 5 times - but these people are pro drinkers, they are olympic piss heads - they were gone. I don't even think they registered I was a real person talking to them.
So, I have slept about 2 hours last night, and I woke up to the hot water gone, so I had to hobble down to the shops at 8am to put some on. (No ones fault, but it hardly made me a chirpy person this morning!)

What can I do? Its 3 against 1 - and they have a right to have a piss up and unwind in their own home?! I hate being the one who is going to have to ask again to shut the doors, I'll bore even myself with that! But I also can't keep living in a house like this.

And why????? Because I wasn't pissed!! I don't drink, so now drunk people annoy the shit out of me! That's what giving up drinking has come to. I might have to change flats because a life without drinking, is completely different to a life with drinking.

And do you want to know some ironic Karma??

When I moved in with the boys 3 years ago, it was me who made the rule and we could party and be loud in the week??!! Well thats certainly come on bit me on the arse now hasn't it??

Anyway, I'm off to Gumtree to search 1 beds

Peace out, Westlife.

I'M A MUMMY...

Well, a pug mummy!!

So I went through with it, I bought a pug puppy and am officially an old, sober, miserable swine who spends her days at work and my evenings cleaning up sloppy poo.. (if anyone can tell me why his poo his sloppy, you would really be helping me out!)

He is very cute... he has a lot of love and I officially have an excuse now to not attend the celebrity x list parties I have made a hobby attending... I can now say "can't go, I have a pup...."

This does mean however that I am losing my social life bit by bit... even my dog loving friends probably won't all make it round to visit, and I'm hardly going to rock up at an event with a puppy in my bag (I'm not Paris Hilton - Or a dick head)... but I figured I was bound to grow up sooner or later, I have just had the urge to do it sooner... rather than later.

Anyway, poo to clean, sleep to be had.

Mummy Gina x

My first sober christmas...

Well, clearly I spent my age 0 - 14 sober aswell... but its been a while since I can actually remember what occured Xmas eve....

So, as most of you know from my tweets, I spent Christmas with my BF in the South of France. It was awesome, relaxing and fun - and I didn't miss drinking one minute.

Ok, I did for ONE MINUTE. But let me explain what that minute was.

I am walking in one of the supermarkets, where EVERYTHING in Nice is ridiculously expensive, and I see the price tag 1.78e ... Hmm, something for less than two euros, what could that be? And it was red wine. Even in France, cheese is overpriced, yet here I was gauping at the wine shelf with this lovely red wine, and these lovely prices, and for ONE MINUTE I thought how lovely it would be to have one glass.
But then its never really one glass is it? Its 5 glasses and a hangover. So, I carried on walking and probably spent the afternoon eating chocolate crepes, a hobbie I thoroughly enjoyed partaking in whilst away.

We spent new years in a super club in Juan Na Pas (cannot spell it) and was quite happy I wasn't drinking as the prices were silly, and the rest of the two weeks eating, vegging out and watching movies.

So, sobriety is good - snow on the other hand, is crap.

Currently at work, everyone has left as they live out of london and must not miss the trains, and for the first time, I am annoyed at myself for living in Zone 2...

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Anyhoo, going to get myself a new life and start blogging about something a bit more interesting. Z list party anyone??

G x