i'm clumsy but my spinach is quite fresh he says as he goes home to make vegetable soup

i know i'm going blog-crazy as i actually have a few moments to relax before it gets mad again. i worked 40 hours in 4 days this week not to mention the usual maintenence of everything else at the moment.
work is getting better as i'm learning to play the bitchy lonely woman game with my co-workers. i'm afraid if i don't i'll be otherwise rejected and there will be a socio-political movement to edge me out of the cannes race as they'd rather have other people go with them then the new yorker they dont' like talking to. i really don'tknow how you get through life being passive aggressive. people hate you so much. but they'll never tell you.
yesterday was mauro's birthday. i bought him a vincent print of a skeleton smoking a cig as i thought it was totally bad ass and i wrapped it up in newspaper, looking of course for the coolest peice so it would look nice and of course the one i pick out and use was the photo of the man jumping out of the building on 9/11 great so awesome i am the best gift wrapper ever. stephen went around our office like a banshee and collected 50 pence from everyone for a card and a bottle of booze and we sang to him and embarrassed the crapola out of him. at about 11 am i got an interoffice email from mauro telling me to come to his desk as he had cake and i mean who gives out cake on their own bday adorable! i made all the girls at my workstation jealous not because i have a boy who gave me cake but simply because i had cake...and i fucking at it without any guilt. mmmmm. went out for fancy pizza with the work gang and then a hipster bar somewhere near liverpool station. i hate the last day of work because i want so much to get drunk and my body is so tired it says no.

and today i stayed in bed triumphantly til 3 with a boy who washes dishes and makes beds and fixes them after we break them and picks up my dark hair off his clothes and says "look, i found you again."


rome this weekend to celebrate the death of jesus.