Okay, I'm up already...and dressed...and enjoying my cup of tea, prepared to face the world with the addition of a coat and ridiculously heavy bag and it's only like...8.51am?! This is strange seeing as though I don't have to be at the Dir En Grey gig til 5pm but I do have to go home first (I've been at mum's refusing to remove myself from the groove I've created in the sofa for the past couple of days). I've found myself very apprehensive about leaving the house (either house) for the past few weeks. Well, ever since I got fired really. I've been really short with people (read Ben and Mum) as well...everything has been really low and crying every split second to relatively nonplussed . Don't worry-those of you that are meeting up with me I put a very good façade of happy...well most of the time I'm so happy to be meeting up with people it's not a façade at all. Being at home alone leaves me far too much time to go into myself and start self-analysing...it's not good. It's why I spend far too much of my day watching Jeremy Kyle or This Morning-ie mindless television...when I'm not worrying about money or job hunting that is. I fúcking hate job hunting! It's the most soul-draining task...constantly being rejected or ignored is not a fun daily task.

Anyway...the OCD. I'm becoming rather odd...actually scrap that-I am rather odd. It's become a daily task to check on an inbox of mine to see if someone has replied to a message. And ofcourse-they haven't. Many perfectly good reasons as to why they might not have but of course, being me, it has to be the ever pessimistic. I used to be such an optimistic girl when I was younger. Do we become jaded with age? I think so. As we become older we find ourselves so much more aware of the many negative possibilities in life-the joy(!)

Oh how I miss the clarity of youth!

I keep forgetting to upload photos! Not just today-I mean ALL THE FREAKING TIME! It's a pretty bad habit for a photographer. I found my photos from Ireland so here's a taster...