Blogging in your underwear

Or more accurately mine. Not that I'm offering you understand, but I'd thought I'd do a test and see if it's any different. So far? It's a little colder and there's every chance that someone could barge in and catch me looking rather foolish. But them's the risks I guess.

Well yesterday we got the broadband installed and it seems to be working great. I just wish that I had the choice to connect and disconnect without ripping out the modem.

Yet more people came to view the flat this morning, even though we only moved in four weeks ago (today) so we're going to have to track down the landlord, especially since our oven and central heatings broke and we haven't paid him a penny.

Now that we have pins for the notice board I will be adding random phrases and lyrics. So far we have the Fight club inspired "You are not your job", which helps me quite a bit on a physcological level whenever I see it. As of yesterday we now have "I want something good to die for, to make it beautiful to live", one of my favourite song lyrics, and a nice ideaology to boot (it's from 'Go with the flow' by Queens of the stone age if your ripping your hair out at this point).

In non-flat related news, lifes gone a bit weird. Not that it wasn't weird before. Now I wouldn't call it a "Love life" per se, but it could be, given the right moulding and shaping.