So it's not even been a week since I've been back in Cardiff alone and i'm already getting ridiculous cabin fever. My bed has become my refuge, all I do is go to work during the day, come back, eat chili, then straight into bed, shitty laptop on, wacking out the crap tv shows.
I am literally counting the days until I once again have company. I think i'm actually going mad. I am regularly listening to people like Justin Bieber and the wanted.... people I would normally prefer to vom on my feet then listen to... and i'm finding myself oddly compelled by their hideous music. I'm so disgusted, when getting ready in the morning, "Baby" is often the first song I put on, and I sing along happily. I've turned into everything I hate in the world.
Had the fright of my life at work aswell. A mad man came in... and I actually think after ladybirds and tissue, crazy people are my top fear. He was strolling around toys muttering under his breath to himself, and I genuinely was fearing for my life. I couldn't even look at him from the fear that one glimpse of eye contact and he'd whip out a knife on me. Not a great day really. However, there is a slight glimmer of hope in my otherwise bleak current existence. Had an answer message from the manager of Revs asking me in for an interview... pretty jokes really, his message started with him going, "Oh wow Amber that answer phone message is just something else.." FYI, my answer phone message consists of me and two old friends singing in harmony, "You have reached Amber's phone, please leave a message after the tone." It was so amusing at the time, so amusing in fact, it took us an hour to complete the whole way through without laughing. It's given me plenty of jokes this year as well, many times I've had messages from my drunken lovely ladies, slurring back to me the song, really proud of themselves like. However, I feel the time has come when I may need to change it, tear.
Oh one interesting thing to arise from this pitiful week (notice how self loathing I have become), had the offer to take an audition for Take me out! A few months back me and the girls filled out an application for me for the pure jokes. Literally filled it with so much bullshit, said I was a pole dancer and all that jazz. So then a day or so ago, I get not only an email but also an answer message from the show asking me to come in... said to "dress to impress" and "bring props". What the actual hell. Couldn't stop laughing for about half an hour, had my friends left right and center begging me to go for it, but in all honesty, I think id rather eat shit. Yes it'd be bloody hilarious and could possibly blag a free holiday out of it... but I just don't think I could handle that level of cringe. There's only so much cringe my body can take before I go into retard mode. And I believe I would WELL cross that level with Take me out.
So I'm going to cut this short, as I'm pretty certain I just heard someone try and force their way through the door downstairs, and I think I might be about to stare death in the eye. Just grand, absolutely grand.
