Thursday, 30th November.
I think my new flatmates are prats.
First of all, they didn't tell me that they were a couple.
I met Emily on Monday night, thought to myself "We seem to get
along ok, and Brendan is an ok bloke, this could work out well."
Then I returned to the Dawes Road Palace to collect some of my
gear. I get back to Mirabel Road and Emily and Brendan are sitting
next to each other on the couch. I thought to myself (because I
never think to anyone else) "They're a little bit too cosy for
flatmates..." then about half a second later I realised that they
are an "item".
Well that's just brilliant. I wouldn't have even answered the
ad if I knew that they were a couple.
They just sat there on the couch, and I felt like tits on a bull.
(Not that I know what tits on a bull would feel like, it's a figure
of speech.) Grrrrreat.
Secondly, Emily is one of those annoying almost-posh girls who
swears a lot, yet doesn't realise how stupid she sounds when she's
So I figure I'll bitch and moan for a couple of months then move
out when I go back to Australia. And then what? Well who knows...
(I certainly don't.)