It's now official. I've moved in. Nothing of mine is left at De Lacy Mount. Apart from a side table, my X-Box and some curtains. All of which I am donating to the boys. I am way too tired to unpack the rest of my crap though. Poor, tidy, minor-case-of-OCD-suffering S is being very patient with me. We are sitting in the living room surrounded by boxes and bags of Lucystuff and I am too full of fajitas for to move any of it.
Last weekend I got paid, which was fab. I also got skint, which was not so bad, and was on account of my buying S dinner at Yo Sushi! and then getting very drunk and thinking that going to Wildcats, the lapdancing club of choice for the young professional, would be a grand idea.
I made friends with the troll lady in the toilets in Tiger Tiger too. I'm going to take her charity shop shopping, apparently.
I'm not a bitch, I'm a drunken horror,
With no money.
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