Absconding to Twitter...

The title of this post is my half arsed excuse as to why posts have been quite so thin on the ground lately. About a week and a half ago I joined Twitter and wondered what the point was. Then yesterday it clunked into place and suddenly I realised it was just micro-blogging... and you can do it on the move!

Another reason for the lack of posts is the fact that everything has gone crazy mad in the last couple weeks. In no particular order:
- Of the two housemates I live with now, one owns the flat (the landlord who is a guy) and the other (the Bulgarian girl) who is a lodger like me, the landlord gave the Bulgarian her notice last Saturday. In two minutes. Then ran out the door.

- I spent a fantastic afternoon and evening with the gorgeous Jen Star, joined by some other lovely people including the until recently banished Mr B. Having not seen him for about six weeks, we have a lot to catch up on and ended up speaking on the phone for two hours after leaving the evening's festivities.

- I told the landlord I live with that I'd be moving out with the Bulgarian he'd just kicked out at the end of her notice period in the most cordial way possible. He took it ok.

- Had a huge row with the Kiwi in a drunken and ridiculous manner on the phone whilst walking home in the dawn light.

- Found that the landlord had locked me and the Bulgarian out of our flat all night by bolting the door from the inside, I responded by collapsing in a snotty crying panicking heap on my doorstep after ringing the bell and banging on the door. My poor neighbor (this was about half 7 on a sunday morning) came to my rescue, inviting me in and offering me tea and calming me down enough for me to figure out that I should call the Kiwi (who I'd been shouting at until about half hour beforehand) and head to his place in Brixton. Half way there, the landlord calls me. I get off the bus and walk the half an hour all the way back to my flat. He says his key broke in the lock. He thought we girls were in. He didn't think to text us. He would have felt weird looking in our rooms. He was really drunk.
I shouted at him (a lot) about how scary it is to be a girl walking around London at night and how stupid he was before collapsing in my bed at 10am.

- I gave my notice to my idiot landlord.

- I had lunch with Mr B after which he sent me a text saying "I'm so happy we're hanging out. You're awesome! :) (!End of the world!). This refers to the fact he used a smiley face in a text - he is completely allergic. I just thought he meant the text was for someone else...

- Me, my girl flatmate and my old house mate from the last place found a new flat with three bedrooms to move into in Kennington. We move in on 25th April.

- The Bulgarian and the landlord have a massive fight when I'm out at work and she leaves after four days notice instead of two weeks as planned. We still move in together after she returns from a visit home on May 5th. I miss her snoozing on the sofa and our married couple behaviour and can't wait to be in a friendly girly flat.

That's about the size of it. If you're on Twitter, let me know!