Still no job. I'm chcecking my e-mail every ten minutes at present. Speaking of which, first contact in months from my ex yesterday, who was my best friend for two years until he persuaded me that going out would be a really good idea. I really want to make a friends style 'could he have been more wrong?' comment here, but that would be lame. Oops, too late.
Last time I heard from him he gave me a rundown of everything that was wrong with my life. Now he wants to know what's changed. I don't like to tell him nothing, so perhaps I'll pretend to be in China or something and about to marry a prince.
He did send me this little story though, which was pretty funny:
"We have a new mouse in our house. I haven't seen it yet but both Rich and Al have had encounters. This one is clearly more adventurous than the last, having made it up to the top floor on one occasion. Anyhow, the mousetrap was brought out again and set up with cheese in the kitchen. Much like last time, the cheese was eaten without springing the trap, and so the device just sat there empty for a few days. This evening, I was in the kitchen with Rich and Ben, and the topic of the mousetrap came up. Ben remarked that perhaps he should stop wandering in the kitchen barefoot, in case he stepped on it accidentally. Ten minutes later, what should happen but... (You can fill in the rest of the anecdote yourself. It was very funny though.)"
Much better than another, more distant ex, whose last contact was to send me a picture of his half flaccid penis. I was mildly insulted by the fact he couldn't even be bothered to muster a decent erection.