seriously, what the fuck is up with the world? everything is fucking crazy. today has been a bizarre one. i'm stressed, i'm confused, i'm frustrated... and perhaps a dash of horny in there for good measure.... its just one big mish mash of rhiannon emotions smooshed up into a big ball that makes me want to cry/laugh/scream/sleep....

so ok, where to start? well dates for people moving in and moving out are up in the air, i dont know if i'm going to lose the great couple because i'm not sure if they can wait indefinately (well january 20th absolute latest) for the boys to find a place.so that stressing me out to no end. what if they say 'sorry, can't wait that long, we're already overstaying in our old place a good week and half'... and then i'm up shit creek, and need to find more flatmates... will they be as good as these ones? fuck probably not. BAH that makes me want to cry.

then nony messages me today saying there is a padlock on our mailbox..... WTF? none of us put it on, so who could have? automatically i assume it was the landlord... omg does he hate us? are we bad tenants? if so, maybe he wont let me extend the lease and stay here.. .oh shitmy whole life would be in ruins.... maybe another tenant doesn't like us. maybe a shithead person who hangs out down at the corner of our street (ie prostitute, drunk or homeless person) put it on as a jke? ok that last one doesn't make sense but fuck, none of us put the lock on there so what could it mean? who woudl have done it?

and then nony and i meet up after work and continue shopping for mum's xmas present. she is seriously the worst person to buy for... dad always buys her perfume so that's out. she has her own makeup that she likes and buys so that wont work. she has her bag and purse and i bought her a leather briefcase a few years back that she still loves and always says is the best present she ever got. clothes/shoes? nope she's hard to buy for coz it has to cover her chest area, her tummy, can't be too tight across her boobs, has to have little sleeves to cover the tops of her arms which she doesn't like. plus she really has ALOT of clothes. home ware stuff? we she sold practically ALL the furniture and homeware stuff from our house when she moved out and moved into her new apartment. and she bought all new furniture and has bought all new accessories and random stuff... and it all matches the colours and style that was decided on by the decorator she hired to organise everything and pick out everything. god mum is so funny. she is by no means rich. but she works really fucking hard and finally its time to treat herself which i'm so happy about that. she fucking deserves it. she has spent too many years devoting everything to us and never doing anything for herself.

ok anyway, i am rambling but the point is, briony and i walked around for ages throwing ideas around, doesn't matter how crazy they were, but there was NOTHING we could get her that would be decent.

so... fast foward... i nearly start crying on the bus ride home. everything is just falling apart and is so fucking confusing. why is life confusing? fuck i have this whole other thing that recently happened that is confusing the shit out of me that i haven't told anyone about. ok one person. but i can't talk about it. to anyone. but its just confusing and everyday i am just thinking 'wtf? this is wrong, stop thinking about it,argh!'i get home, after buying a bottle of wine on the way home (i fucking deserve it plus i'm not working tomorrow. thursday is the new friday, didn't you hear? heheheh) i rang the owner of our place. he knows nothing about the padlock (phew)... but still what could it mean? he is fine for me to renew the lease, he likes me ,sad to hear me and steve didn't last, but is fine for me to stay (YAY).

so nony and i decide to go upstairs to units 6 & 7 coz they have padlocsk on their letterboxes and we hadn't really noticed them before. up we go, knock on their doors but there is no answer. however the door to unit 5 is open so we knocked on their door. no answer. went back downstairs, talked some more then thought we'd go back up again and knock again. finally we woke someone up in unit 5. doors were wide open but he was asleep in there. we asked him about the padlock and he didn't know anything about ours but said that his letter box should have a padlock on it... howver we knew it didn't. so he came downstairs and yes it was his padlock on our letter box. since #5 is below ours, i guess his flatmate was .... um drunk or something, and he put the padlock on the wrong letter box. how fucked is that? HAHAHA but phew thank god that mystery is solved.

then i got chatting to rach who got a haircut with my mum today, and mum had told her a bunch of things that should would lvoe to get as a present so now we have ideas galore. thank god.
ahhhh this post has taken me hours to write (as i've been chatting to heaps of people) and now i'm drunk (yay thanks wine), so anyway i just want to say, a big HAPPY XMAS to everyone. i wont be online til the 29th when i get back. hope everyone has a great holiday!!!!