that thing called irony.plus moomin link!

Apologies in advance for my appaling use of the french language!and for the swearing, but no other words doing justice, so im really sorry.
ok, i tried today. honestly i realy have, but seriously it doesnt rain crap it pours. im still trying to reach my happy goals for the day, so do excuse me if i start waffling randomly about moomins, bagpuss, or my ponies, im trying to think happy thoughts.

ever heard the song 'ironic' by alanis morrisette?
that is my life!

so there i was feeling realy pleased with myself-i had a nice chat with my gal to give her birthday love, whilst listening to crap boyband cd, started my anatomy assignment, and drumroll please...read the letter from police liason, and yeh it made me cry, but im proud of how i carried on after, and went out to visit my friend and introduce her to the wonder of the moomins to cheer self up.

when i got home, postman been-incidently, does anyone remember the days when the post used to come in the morning, and like get delivered twice a day?!my post comes at 3pm everyday, when its getting pretty late to do anything about it! so got a letter ssaying, that obviously, as im so much better, a no longer entitled to benefit.great.they tel me this one day before payday, when i can do fuck all about it ( je suis tres desolee for poor french-i know thats not right, but can only sort of remember, and having bad day!). I went for fun medical for jobcemtre people a few weeks ago, idiot doctor that interupted me when ever i tried to explain anything, and didnt listen when i told him i was STILL waiting to get some help, and actually, worse off than when i first started claiming. But hey, it says on my med report that i can remember to take my meds on time, so obviously am totally better. So got on the phone and asked to be sent a appeal form, and ask what they expect me to do with no job, benefit, money etc for the 4 weeks this will take.reply-'not their problem'.great. so then phoned the crisis loan service and now have to go and be interogated by them tomorow.thsi is shit.

i would very much like to be in happy day after day moomin world right now.

so, im thinking its really ironic-that i have to get ten times worse to be considered 'ill' by the jobcentre-and to be honest id like to see them try and deal with an impending court case, an eating disorder, a stomach ulcer that has flared up, and all the head fuck stuff im trying t sort at the moment, wothout having to deal with their shit on top. and i have been trying to get my cpn to call me back for 3 days now and im getting really fucking pissed off now.
also think is ironic that lack of income means that il be getting worse anyway-via forced starvation, and the fact that NHS are soo cak they refuse to help me unless i reach their target weight (which is a lot less than i am, so excuse me NHS for my bmi)

AAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGG

but its ok though...cos we love the laughter and we love the living the moomins....
click here to discover the majestic moomins!

sorry guys, another rant, im trying to pick it up, honest!
xxx