Thursday, 28 July 2011

I don't hate you... Unless you're Nicholas Cage or an earwig, then I do hate you. In a very irrational but understandable way.

In case you hadn't caught on by now, I'm crashing at Rachael-The-Bully's house this week.  As such I have not been as active internet wise as I normally am. 

Rachael-The-Bully has internet but the thing is like Fort Knox. It is completely impossible to access it. She has a password but within a couple of months of creating it she had forgotten it. This means no one can use it, not even her as due to some fault she was chucked off and couldn't remember the password to put her back on again. 

Instead she has resorted to plugging herself into the router. We've all tried contacting Virgin Media to change the password but they are determined that we do not qualify for the changing of passwords... not even Rachael-The-Bully... who's house it is... and who owns the internet (obviously not the whole internet but all the internet in her premises at least).

The rest of us are left waving our iPhones and Blackberrys around our heads, desperately trying to snatch some form of 3G signal so we can at least check our Facebook. 

I felt like I should mention this to you in case you're used to see me leaving you messages via twitter or your blogs and have started to notice that I haven't been lately. This is not because I have suddenly decided I hate you and don't want to commune with you any more. I'm just simply internetually challenged. 

At the moment I am writing my posts on the journey home from work, going to my internet surging household for a mere half hour to upload it and grab an overnight bag then coasting down to The-Bullies-Lair. 

This has proven healthy for me in the sense that I'm not checking my blog statistics page every second because the internet won't let me. But it is bad because over the past four months or so I have built a whole social life that is dependent on that thing. 

But on the plus side I get to sleep in my old bed (I used to live with Rachael-The-Bully) and wake up and pretend I'm three years younger as I relive the whole experience. 

Also as much as I love living on my own, sometimes it's nice to have someone to rip into and be sarcastic with of an evening. 

Tonight though it is my last night of crashing at Rachael-The-Bully's as One-And-Only-Daniela is back with me tomorrow! I don't know about anyone else but I am highly looking forward to hearing what new and exciting things she has to say this time. We may even get a little further with our new religion 'Rumligion.'

Peace out my lovelies. 


  1. Claire-the-bully3 August 2011 at 20:24

    Errr, it's not your old bed!! It now has my mattress on it. Thanks for not leaving any pizza boxes in it!!! ;) x

  2. My old bed and mattress are there so I do believe it still qualifies as my old bed with your mattress laid on top!

    By the way, you're welcome for getting the internet working in your house.

  3. Claire-the-bully5 August 2011 at 16:22

    ?? I have an internat dongle I can take wherever...the wifi is just for you my lovely ;)