urban hermit

FUCCCCCCCK or in cyberspace nobody can hear you scream....

I was doing quite well. Life uncertain jobless but I was managing to surf the crest of the unknown.

I went to therapy and throughly cheered myself up remembering all the wasted holidays I'd had as a child the few precious weeks with my family on another continent which consisted of my grandmother banging on about my size (which subsequent examination of photographs twenty years later proved that I was an entirely normal size for my age).

I then staggered home to an email from my bloody producer saying he'd applied for funds from an organisation where you can only apply as the filmmaker not the producer so he'd put himself down as co-director which is the FIRST FUCKING TIME I HEARD THAT HE WAS THE FUCKING CO-DIRECTOR. My natural reaction was to throw a corning ware saucepan across the kitchen. I was only stopped by the thought of the mess and the reaction of the kittens to domestic violence and resulting bill for feline psychiatry.

posted by m @ 8:21 PM