Rubbish!

• Payday pauses.
  
• insurance direct debiting on an empty account.
• compost.

In more detail:

Payday didn't happen as originally planned for, based on previous experience because of the god damn 5 thousand day long weekend. so i'm bones for another day.

Therefore, my insurance which was due - ya know, like yesterday - has to be taken double next month. I'm a student which of course mean i have ALL KINDS OF MONEY just lyin' around...

Now, Compost. what.the.fuck? I'm not green in the slightest. I don't recycle, i don't use carbon omission environmentally  friendly ozone changing petrol. I use straight down the line dirty, wonderfully energising unleaded. i throw ciggarette butts out of my car when i drive and i fucking don't do food scraps in an outside wannabe port-a-loo. 

i'm an asshoooooole, a-s-s-h-o-l-e, everybody! 

There are fruit + vege scraps, tea bags, eggs, and god knows what else, in my pyrex CAKE MIXING bowl (not a benchtop bin, thank you). and when you open the compost bin, it's swarming with winged shit. i have a rash on my belly all of a sudden, i'm sure its from that. I've just noticed some smug little bastards flying around my kitchen even though i've cleaned it thoroughly. i don't do bugs at the best of times. Insect of choice comes in the form of varnish - shellack caramelised bug wings for the sake of art. thats my line in the sand and i'm staying on this side of it. this is all about house guests. they turn organised homes into chaos. share housing and me is looking bleak...