3 things you did today

1. Fell off my bike
2. Fell off my bike again
3. Felt silly

 

Ow lithium

1.Discovered my purple skirt is a bit hard to get over my arse
2.Sold stupid tickets
3.Ate 2 cream teas

 

1) Narrowly avoided death.
2) Spoke about hallucinations.
3) Realised the more you look at the word hallucinations, the stranger it appears to be.

 

1: Watched womens hockey
2: Went on a bike ride down the promenade
3: Ate Pizza

 

Cause and effect?

 

Prescript: It is official, the system stinks, there should be safety nets in place for situations such as this. When I was working I paid my taxes, when I am unemployed, why oh why do the jobcentre use poverty as a form of punishment!

1) I got up at around 10am. I couldn't sleep last night due to concerns.
THinking it would be a case of go to the jobcentre and apply for a Crisis loan (As one advisor told me last Wednesday at the start of fed investigation)

2) I can neither apply for jobseekers allowance under the Hardship provision or claim crisis loan. Apparently no money, starvation and arrears with bills is just punishment. It makes Robert Mugabe look like a compassionate guy.

3) I have had to sell my mobile, my personal cd player and a few other things. Only got six quids.
Bitterness has increased. Just goes to prove how apathetic the jobcentre is. If I was a mother with six kids, I would get the same treatment.

This epic drama is unrational because it was only because I didn't fill out jobsearch form to their highest standard possible. If you look at that jobsearch booklet, it is pretty basic: What happened? Date? What you will do next?

Additional: I hope to be an advisor one day and have the pleasure in torturing them with poverty due to withdrawel of basic allowances. I paid my taxes when I was employed. Is it a human right to atleast get something from the government in times of hardship? Or are we under the wrong Government? Tory might help.

Facts:
You cannot claim Hardship provision if your terminated benefits is only two weeks. For many people two weeks without food and warmth can be torturous. It is also detrimental to my welfare.
Crisis loan cannot be applied for in these circumstances as this is a punishment. In other words, they couldn't care less.
I am fucked for two weeks. No food, no electric when it runs out.
My rent will be in arrears. Aside from the fact I have sent in notice of intended termination because I can't live there rent free. Better leave quietly than deal with outstanding rent arrears in court when you are homeless and unable to pay it off. Therefore they would commit you to prison or rob everything you held onto.Including photographs of a better time.

 

1.Hiked to letchworth
2.Bought sparkly organza
3.Bought 3 books for a pound in the charity shop
4.watched shameless

 

1. Had the worst day ever at work....and i only have 3 more days at this job before i start a new job....aghhh....

 

1.Went to cambridge
2.Bought bits and bobs, notedly hold your colour
3.Managed to wear something my mum doesn't like for once.

 

1. Bought 60 litre rucksack
2. desperate hunt for a tent, finally found one online for about 30 quid
3. Cleaned out the inside of the computer, about half a pound of dust in there =/

 

1. nothing
2. nothing
3. nothing.

 

1.Got a tax rebate
2.Went for a walk in weston in the rain
3.(literally) dusted off my sewing machine and made a layered skirt/tutu/thing.

 

1. Ate peanut butter and butter on toast.
2. Played on the computer all day.
3. Alternated between here and www.welcomehere.org and myspace.

 

1) Realised my plant is still dying
2) Tried to look as if I understood what the doctor was telling me about blood results
3) Was hit quite hard by a patient and am now bruised

 

Prescript: Apparently nobody has a right to live in this Country. According to the jobcentre, if you don't look for work or don't conform to their beaurocratic standards, you are not entitled to a thing. You would have thought okey, justify suspension of jsa, but atleast a crisis loan, something, anything. But instead, the jobcentre, completely out of touch and all jobcentre staff have no sense of humanity. You question the ethics. Perhaps this could make a good thread.

1) I found a mattress last night. Miracoil. I had the best sleep for ages. Got up at 13:00 and went out.

2) Went to library reserved a computer then made my way to my housing office. Sorted the thing out about tenancy vacation thingy. I withdrew it. As the rumble of thunder echoes even nearer, I realise one shouldn't take homelessness as an easy option. There are many people rotting and decaying on our streets, spat at, urinated on and even set fire to. We ignore them like we ignore the common rat. We pass them by with no consciounse of their presence. We look down at them like they were feral foxes or the weasel.
So I guess there will be no walkabout on Merseyside, no walk down Hope street or begging at Limestreet. Nah, I am in London. Best ruthless City in the world. It is cold, black and white, macabre and sinister. THe greatest Detective in Baker street met his doom. THe prostitutes that get younger every year, the hide and seek the cloak and dagger and the perpetual gloom of economic resessetion.

3) Walked down highstreet in the rain like it was Bittersweet symphony.

 

1. went to work
2. My coworkers threw me a surprise goodbye party as tomorrow is my last day at work...I will going to miss them so much...
3. Came home, ate dinner and made a mango milk shake...it was very yummy..

 

Painted a wall
Played with my baby boy
Went to lunch at the Marina

 

1) Got up at around 12:30 after having a dream about surfing on a canal.
2) Post arrived, cash arrived. Forty pounds, each with the Queen's face from 1952.
3) Put on clothes, ventured out into a world of darkness, destruction and looming recession. Went to council to sort out council housing benefit suspension. THis is a result of jobcentre Lord of the Rings epic.

 

Prescript: Caught in a vortex, I find myself spinning and spinning, dancing and dancing, dying and dying, crying and bleeding, until there is only.....the darkness.

1) Dreamed about something wierd. It was illegal to talk about your tax information. Perhaps it had something to do with Big Bro in that Kat and thingy were in prison for talking about evictions. I made some fresh bread at 3am. I scratched the walls and yet again descended into madness.

2) Went to bed after making bread. Got up at 1pm. Read post, had fresh bread, blood pudding, basically dried blood. Had two eggs. Made phonecall

3) Finished my novel.

 

1. Went to London.. got out to the O2 and the exhibition was sold out
2. went to the natural history museum instead
3. Had a poke around Harrods for the sheer 'omg HOW MUCH?!?!' of it
4. Briefly joined anti-fur protesters outside =/
5. Train to Cambridge..
5a. fucking tired