Wanna buy a house? Better hurry up, looks like ours could be gone by this weekend... yup, we be movin'. As for where, fucked if I know...

I didn't react well when my mum told me. After a week or so I just started to go with it all, since I wasn't gonna win this battle. But now that all these random cunts with their twat agents come and go into the house, I'm beginning to feel a little bit of that old "Terrace rage". Did I mention the viewings only began today? Oh-hoh man, I'm gonna bloody burst...

The best part of all this? It's all happening while I'm (still) trying to rid my body of a bloody kidney stone. Yes sah, the last 6 weeks have been oh so pleasant. Unbearable back pain (which, by the way, is ralph inducing), fever, weekly urinalysis tests, x-rays, ultrasounds, ct-scans... all because of a little spiky stone.

I never wanna see that Seinfeld episode ever again. You know which one. It WAS funny.

And that's it, I'm just not into this writing gig right now. This whole moving thing's left me seriously sour. 13 years, and just like that... I'd feel way better if I knew where the hell we were moving to, my parents pulled the trigger out of nowhere on this one... Combine that with the hell known as a kidney stone and you can just fuggetaboutit. And to all of youz guys I haven't spoken to in a while, sorry for not keeping in touch, but it's been a shitty time. Sorry for missin' your birthday Christian... woops, or should I say The Street Pharmacist... *snicker*

Take care of yourselves you lot.