Pasta Shits

Look now. I have not posted for over a year. This, I think, is actually the longest hiatus as of yet. Can we call this an achievement? Yeah, why not. Tomorrow I start my fifth year of uni. I know, I know, why haven't I got a proper job yet? I currently work in East - I have been there for a WHOLE YEAR now. But this does not count as basically I talk about the weather and look at middle-aged women in their greying underwear all day. Which suits me down to the ground, as there is nothing I like better than glimpsing shabby apple catchers and discussing how windy/snowy/sunny it is in England.

I now live in a flat with Jan. This time, I am nowhere near the prison, which is sad. I am, however, right next to the football stadium, which may as well be filled with convicts as far as I am concerned. I am also near to the lovely James Owen Court, a wonderful place in which I spent a year basically doing nothing of any use or interest. It had a nice courtyard though.

I don't know if I will post again soon, or in a year, or EVER really. No one reads this any more anyway. Except for YOU, future Cassie. But I am off to eat pasta shits now. KTHXBIBI