Firstly, it's very important I share this knowledge: if anyone tootles down (up? just where are we?) to Hull, and goes to Zest on Newland Avenue, it is imperative you have one of their homemade pizzas. They're enormous, they're delicious, and they're a fiver. Handy moneysaving/bellyfilling tip for you all there. I can't believe I've lived here - and near there - as long as I have, without going to Do Pizza in such a thrifty manner. Marvellous.

I went there with the 'Nice' housemate and the 'Vegan' Housemate, who, now that 'Normal' housemate has moved out for inconvenient end of tenancy reasons, I am getting along with. Quite well, in fact. I don't like it one bit. Well, I've always gotten along with the Vegan. The Nice one...umm, not so much. She's so sickly nice and seems so kind, bu she's actually quite arrogant, and shudders at men kissing (feel my wrath, bint).

It will be very strange in August with just me and the Normal flatmate in the new flat. No doubt she will continue to be The One That Never Empties The Plug Of Ridiculously Long Hairs, And Always Without Fail Leaves Cereal Bowl On The Side Every Morning Until Someone Else Washes It. Not to worry though, as I will counteract by being The One That Never, Ever Takes The Rubbish Out, a role I have played quite happily for four or so years. At least we'll be able to talk to each like we're deaf (I don't mean shouting) without anyone giving us "how un-PC" looks. It's really not as un-PC as it sounds, honest.

Speaking of the new flat, I will offer these monies... *counts*... £11.27, to anyone who can (a) pack everything fo me, and (b) offer me a place to live for a month so I don't have to move home for all of July *sob*. I have the first week off work (nothing at all to do with Ex Ex being home that week before she buggers off to Nepal - again - for 6 months), but then I have to travel from Grimsby to Hull everyday, which sucketh almighty. Then I have a week off, in which I may visit my oldest friend in London. Thn I have to travel for another week. Then I don't work August, and move into new flat.

Hang on, why am I complaining? A week in the company of She I Love, 5 days at work, a week of London shenanigans, 5 days at work, and off in August. No rent to pay until late August...no rent ever charged by parents...free food, washing done, and broadband...woohoo! Boo hiss boo to the 90 minute bus journey every morning and evening (and the minor irritation of having to live with my family), hurray to money saving!

...Ah.

Boo hiss boo to the MA I've decided I'm going to do which will consume all of my money and leave me destitute, overqualified and unemployable!

A wonderful link there to the reason I'm going to bite the proverbials and do the MA I want to do, and that is because Ex bought me Danny Wallace's 'Yes Man' for my birthday, and I've just read it, and it's hilarious, and if saying yes can get him to be head of development at the BBC and marrying an Australian girl, then god dammit I'm going to do the same and see where it gets me. I hereby embrace the power of Yes. Yes, I will move home for the summer. Yes, I will get a new flat. Yes, I will do my MA. Yes, I will send a parcel of Her stuff back to her instead of carrying it round for another year. Yes, I will take Dyson the Plec back to Pets At Home!

For Dyson is NOT A PLEC, he is a goddamn LOACH, only apparent now that he has grown a bit and is getting a red dorsal fin. He is very lovely, but he is now compeltely useless, and I paid for a useful plec, not a loach that shits a lot. Yes Power!

A biscuit? Yes please!

And yes, I will ignore that NOBODY has noticed I've dyed my hair =(