Three lots of heartbreak this week. The outside world is so unbelievably cruel, my brothers.
Two stories I sent to a weekly woman's magazine came back in my stamped addressed envelopes on tuesday. Do you know how heartbreaking it is to see your name and address written and posted by you coming through the letterbox. You know full well it is definitely a heartbreak post.
Too gloomy was one of the responses to my story. Gloomy!? That was a comedy sketchshow compared to my real gloominess! They want to see proper gloomy, mate! What sort of world do these people live in? Gloomy, my arse!
And then, two days later, my handmade cards came back by my own submitted envelope. A card company in Kennington - we cannot say why these cards would not work with us but they won't! Godamm it! Maybe try Etsy - or whatever its called.
Two good things tho' - got money for pussy picture in My Weekly and Son got into the school newspaper as a sportswriter. Little drops i know but they are goldust to me at the moment.
Got a godammed Blackberry. Its shit. Don't get one.
Going to the godammed hairdressers xx