Whaddup bruvvv! Yo people, whassup.

Oh my God it's been ages. 3 months! Shugar! Oh well. Kevin was like "Whaaat? You gonna blog? Finally?!" while rubbing his palms together. So I been reading Marian Keyes' "Under The Duvet" and "Further Under The Duvet" back to back yeah, it sort of inspired me to go and do it (blog) Oh well. (That's the 2nd Oh well of this post. Not a good start) Yeah so yeah. Whatever. I got so much to say I dunno where to start. Let's start with the baddest first. Oh but to tell you about that I need to tell you about other stuff first. Ok so last time I blogged I was still living in Kingsbury opposite da statchian. Then my tenency or tenancy agreement came to an end and my new landlord being a total withered prick (malbar l'inde res malbar l'inde kisorma la) he said take care see youse la-er. And since the other peeps livin in with us moved away, me and darling Kevvie got a studio flat instead of a proper flat (to save money yeah) Which brought us back to Wembley. That place was crap, no shit. There was so many problems I'm tellin' ya. First of all the bloody drain was blocked, which stinked up the whole place and left me with massive headaches. I never knew blocked drains gave you headaches. It gave them to me. So the washing mashine wouldn't drain and so on and so forth. Plus there was mice and droppings everywhere and they even got to the box of chocolates my husband gave to me on V-day. Bloody fuckers. And what else... Yeah fucking boiler broke down whenever it bloody felt like it. Which was around 54 times daily. So no heating and no hot water. And we're in bloody winter. And since I haven't been around here long enough, had I had balls, I swear they would have dropped off from the cold. (Not a joke) So a month later we came to the place where I am living now which is still in Wembley and is lovelay. The only bad thing about this place is that the washing machine is shared. I didn't have any trouble at first but yesterday, this woman asked me if it was my stuff in the machine. I said no and she said to me that there's stuff in the machine and that it wasn't switched on and that she had to use it so she switched it on. She was proper pissed off cos she's got a baby and stuff so I think it's quite hard. So last night I came in and needed to use the bloody machine and there was bloody clothes both on and in the machine. So I went to knock on every door at 22:30. The lady with the baby lives just next to that other ugly bitch I hate and never speak to. That bitch yeah, I think she's got a problem with me. She stares at me with big big eyes whenever she sees me and never says hello. So I knock on lady with a baby's door and ask her if it's her stuff around there and she says no it was there all day. Bitch next door comes and eavesdrop- I know cos her floorboards were creaking and I heard her footsteps. I knock at her door and ask her if it's her stuff and she opens her eyes big and says yes. I say can you please take your stuff out cos I gotta use it init and she gets pissed off but doesn't say anything. Maybe she's stupid (malbar l'inde wadire) So fuck you if you gets pissed init. Whoops, Gordon Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares is on seeyouse!