must remember

not to wear my tightest jeans to my mum's next christmas. i had a distinct muffin top going on this morning. i then had the usual journey from hell back to civilisation. i use the term loosely, of course. this is kentish town, after all. i think i witnessed the beginning of a fight on the bus back from liverpool street. there were a pair of drunks behind us and a hoodie in front of us (we were a total white middle class sandwich!). when the drunks got off the hoodie followed. i saw the beginnings of an argument but then our bus took us away.
it's taken me about 20 minutes to get into my blog today - so many passwords, so many accounts... so few brain cells left. i live in fear of one day waking up and not being able to remember any of my pins (as in pin number as most people would wrongly have it) and my passwords. sometimes i stand in front of the atm and for a split second my mind goes blank and i can't for the life of me remember what my number is.
i must rememeber my passwords, and my pins, and not to wear my tightest jeans to my mum's at christmas.
and i must remember to log onto this blog a bit earlier next time - all that faffing around means i don't have time to write anything else, and let's face it, what i have got down is hardly unmissable.
hey ho. more later