McWelcome!

Sorry I haven't been posting for a bit, you might have heard that we (Pops, eve and I) are under threat of being evicted due to lack of money.
So, I decided to take another job... At McDonalds. I'm doing the night shift there, from 11pm to 3am, so now when I get back from day job (urban outfitters) at 6pm, I have some dinner (frozen peas and whatever's in fridge usually does the trick) and then go straight to bed, wake up at 10:30, run off to mcd's (hair net et al) and when I get back, do some serious facial treatment (you don't know how much the grease can wreak havoc on your skin) and go straight back to bed and wake up at 7:30.
This leaves me absolutely no time for dates with CIB, but I've 'got a cold coming on' so when I'm not at U.O (urban outfitters) then I'll be with CIB, snuggled up on the couch watching movies with Phish Food. I've yet to show him my phish food eating talents, though.
Pops is taking a cleaning job at Shelly's (where she works in the day, so she gets fabulous discounts on shoes, such as these red patent ones I'm wearing now) to help pay for the rent, and Eve can't really do anything more, she works in the Apple Market in Be never too busy to be beautiful and she's up there non-stop doing whatever the senior people want with her.
all in all, we haven't seen eachother in forever and we've planned a big girls night in this Saturday (I know! it's so far away!) and we're stocking up on-
*cosmopolitan mags
*ice cream
*nail polish, face packs, makeup etc
*chick flicks- the notebook, legally blonde, you know the drill
* jim-jams (supplied by me, the wonderful urban outfitters discount girl)
and of course hair products, who could forget that. Pops' mum owns a hair salon so Pops learned how to do hair really well, we get free cuts from her (see, we're very thrifty, I don't know why we don't have enough money for this whole rent thing) and she can style it all pretty, so she'll be doing that, Eve will be doing makeup and I will be doing drinks. I make the best Ice Cream milkshakes.
Sigh, saturday is so far away, and I haven't seen CIB in FORVER. who knows, maybe he's snogging some fit indie girl as I type. let's not think about that.

Oh god, the last couple of days have a been a complete nightmare. It started on friday morning when we got a knock on the door at 8 am. I was the only one in, as Pops and Evie had both just left that minute for some retail therapy.
So, I answered the door and it was our landlord. My first thought was that he had had more complaints about 'sexual noises' coming from our flat. I was just about to tell him quite blatantly that none of us has had a boy back for the last month or so (not strictly true, but whatever) , when he dropped a bombshell. He said that if within a week we don't give him all the rent that's been building up over the past couple of months then we would get evicted.
we are so fucking screwed.
I'm not even kidding. Pops and Evie are already working full time (friday was an exception, Pops had just broken up with her boyfriend she needed shoes) and overtime sometimes, and I'm at my wits end with this stupid job where I get paid hardly over the minimum wage and I'm trying to take night school but I couldn't do it with more than 3 hours of sleep a night so I quit.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK.
wow, I'm sorry.
I'm just pretty stressed out right now.
we totally don't have the money for this.