Hot hot hot

2004-04-26 at 11:10 p.m.

I hate I hate I hate I hate heat. I am not built for the summer, or for the winter, in fact I seem to have been badly put together overall. I hate having to sleep with my window open and bugs getting in. I hate sweating. I hate the way people smell on the tube. I hate the way that I get so hot because I refuse to go out without a jacket.

*Sigh* not much I can do about it though. Except complain, naturally.

Signed on today, and the heat nearly made me make a scene in the Jobcentre. Stupid idiots took ages to deal with everyone! And there were no seats! And no air conditioning!

Though on the plus side I saw the most beautiful man. I didn't fancy him, you understand, but he was beautiful. Arab, with one of those long dress things. Skin the colour of honey. Nice beard. Could play Jesus.

Hmmm anyway. The Jobcentre made me so hot and annoyed that naturally I went to get an icecream. And then several coffees. Actually it was quite fun, the good thing about poor areas is that they have cafes where you can linger and smoke.

Then to the library, and I got out a ton of books - including, to my acute embarassment, a Catherine Cookson novel in a moment of madness (she's a saga writer).

Thats about it. Dad wants me to get a job frisking people. But I do not want to be sticking my hands down people's bras! It just doesn't do it for me thanks all the same. Still I found a few good jobs and am applying for them. One day I might even get one, I hope.

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