Numba One!

Well, that's probably the last chance I'll have to use that heading for a post in a very, very long time.

Why?

Becuase the entire point of this blog (more or less) is that it will be a forum for me to post all of the sup-bar, almost-achievements that seem to happen in my life. Let me try to expand:

My life, at the moment, is fine. I guess. It's about as even keel as it can get when the only constants I have are temporary. Just imagine it: you're a 20something who has accidentally become a professional temp (oh, what an odious phrase!), rents an apartment rather than owns because moving every six months is almost garaunteed, your only prospective significant other doesn't really speak English and lives abroad and you have become accustomed to "almost" getting a job, "almost" seeing someone and pretty much every article of clothing you own is either a hand me down or a sale item.

Now that you've walked a few feet in my bargain-basement shoes would you care to have your full price Hush Puppies back?

Thought so.

So here, rather than brag about my achievements, I will instead document the more underwhelming aspects of my sad little life. Here's hoping that my foibles and failures will help fulfill your sense of schadenfreuede, because man, somebody's gotta do it, and it seems that for whatever reason the hand of Fate has decided that someone is me!

Now, I'm going to switch off the TV I "inhereted" from my room's previous tenant (the remote is long gone and the DVD player works only a fraction of the time) and go take a shower that will range from scalding to feezing, if the water doesn't cut out entirely.

Oh, and the PJs I'm going to be wearing tonight? My friend was going to give them to charity ... until she thought of me. :)