Monday 14 July 2008

Life is a load of manure.

OK - that's it! Daniel and I are over - DEFO!
Not only have I spent the last two weeks up to my neck in pigs' muck and clucking chickens and sheep with all sorts of disgusting things crawling over them and goats that seem to delight in butting me in the butt and the creepiest creep this side of Creepyville telling me what to do like some yokel-ified Adolf Hitler but, when I got home aching and tired and stinking of all-of-the-above and just needed the love and affection of my boyfriend - did I get it? I don't think so!
What did Daniel do? He went on and on and on ............ about some girl at his work placement. "Oh, you should've seen Sally..." `Sally was so funny today..." "Wow, Sal is so cool..." Sal? SAL! Every day he was like that. Ggggrrrr!
In the end I'd had enough.
`You know what, Daniel? If Sally is sooooooooo fantastic, why don't you just go out with her?' And I stormed off out of his room, across the balcony and home.
I tried to phone Seema for some sympathy but she was full of her work experience. I mean, let's face it, how can even a boffin like Seema expect me to get excited about a few old test tubes? Get real! And Arl was apparently `too tired to talk'! Durr! How did she think I felt? So that was it; my friends had deserted me; my boyfriend was lusting after some other girl and all I had for comfort was the fragrance of pig poo and a bruised bottom where Billy the Kid had used me for target practice.
Life is so unfair!