I am a crap communicator

On a professional level I mean. Well, I wouldn't say I am so terribly crap once I bring myself to do it, but I just hate doing it, in any possible form. I hate phoning people up, I hate writing letters, I hate emailing... all those damn formalities, how fucking pointless are they!? But I've found two new jobs to apply for. They both want great communicators. *lol*

Um yeah. Daniel's cancelled my Sky tho, hooray. He's a star. We also moved his stuff, which was kinda fun (driving vans rocks! I forgot to give this one a name tho), and his house is really rather cool. It hasn't got a name either tho. Well it's called the Old Post House, but that's a rather boring name. But yeah it's nice and big and fun.

We had storms here yesterday. West Pier collapsed some more, and here's a nice pic of the biiig waves at the Marina. I was inside all day yesterday and didn't notice much apart from my newly cleaned windows getting dirty again.

The End.