Where does the time go?

Its official. Facebook has completely taken over my life. I'm spending far too much time on there playing Scrabulous and Superpoking. God I love to have a good Superpoke. *giggle*

I'd love to be able to list all the things that have been going on since I last posted but I've been doing f*** all. Still no job. I signed up with another agency but I've had no contact from them. Great. The whole process of claiming dole is really getting me down too. The fact that I've worked, paid taxes and national insurance for nearly 20 years means absolutely jack shit to them. I'm just some other workshy chav who doesn't deserve a penny. Oh wait though. Workshy chavs get money f***ing thrown at them don't they? Don't want to work? Think the world f***ing owes you everything? Think spitting out babies for benefits is a really great idea? Here, have wads and wads of cash! Meanwhile I had a sanction on my money because I quit my job voluntarily. It should run out this week. Great. Except that I got a letter this morning saying they weren't paying me anything from now on. Its probably because I missed my signing on session last week. I totally forgot about it. I've only been doing it for a month or two so I haven't got used to the routine yet. I could have lied and said I was ill or there was a family emergency but I didn't. I was honest. More fool me. I should remember that honesty doesn't pay in this country. The lady I had an appointment with said they'd cancel my claim but got me to fill in another form for a renewal claim so that I'd still get the money. Needless to say, the letter doesn't reflect this. I really hope I'm just being pessimistic and that there's another letter on its way saying I've got a new claim starting. What are the odds though? It really makes my blood boil. I paid my taxes etc so that layabouts could sit on their backsides but now when I need that help they don't want to know. Bastards.

I'll have to try giving the second agency a kick up the arse.

LA was loads of fun. Its such a pity its so smoggy. I had a great time drinking the bar dry with my mates and having a laugh. My new favourite cocktail is the frozen strawberry daquiri. Yum! And we made the aquaintance of the stupidest person to walk the planet - an air steward called Jamie. He was so dumb that I thought he must be putting it on. He cruised our little group for ages, the gay men I was with panting with lust after him. As soon as he opened his mouth though. Oh dear. He asked if there were any homos around. Like the half dozen tongues lolling in his direction weren't blatantly obvious. He asked why we were there and was told it was for a Dr Who convention. Quite seperately, B mentioned that his favourite film was Dr Zhivago. So suddenly Jamie thought we were there for a Dr Zhivago con. He disappeared for a while then came back with a chap in a kilt. He pointed to the chap and told us he was abstaining, to which kilt man said that actually he'd said his drink was absinthe. Uh oh. More shenanigans followed, too numerous to mention. Kilt man had some kind of kinky electric shock device on him. Jamie told us he wasn't into that crazy M&S shit. What? He's not into chocolate profiteroles and reinforced gussets? For shame.

Happy days. The only downer was the hostel I stayed in for two nights. While the website made it look really nice, in reality it was a noisy dump. Oh, sorry another downer was the journey over. Never ever ever fly with US Airways. They are utterly shit. I got stuck in Philadelphia overnight. Which sounds like a kinky cheese fetish but more annoying. I thought that the Post Office had no concept of customer service but US Airways are so so much worse. Never ever fly with them. I can't stress this enough.

I've become addicted to Sudoku since then too. It was the waiting in airports for several hours that did it. I can only do fairly easy ones and the Samurai Sudokus in the Times which are fun.

We went to watch Lucy Porter the other week and she's fab. So funny and so cute that I could just put her in my pocket and take her home.

I'm missing alot of my favourite programmes that have taken a brief hiatus due to the writers strike. Ugly Betty seems to have been gone for such a long time and the L Word, which shouldn't really have been affected has just disappeared completely. I suspect this has nothing to do with the strike but is down to Living TV just giving up on it. Bastards. Fortunately, CSI is only taking a very short break. Hurrah. I can't live without my weekly dose of blood and gore and the very sexy Marg Helgenberger. Mmmm.

Are me & my brother the only ones who cheer when the announcer warns about violence and gore at the start of the programme? I hope not.