Foood, No Foood

Project "Get fatter" is going very well. I think just last night I gained about 15 kg.
Ros took me to a madly decorated restaurant in Hackney, where they had lovely food, weird music and drawings of penises all over the bathroom walls. Had a three course dinner and a pretty cocktail! NJAM!
Afterwards we went for beers at Dalston Superstores and then home-not-too-late (at least I did). Last night home for me was Eva's flat.
I woke up in her bed and was very confused about it at about 4 this morning. I think 8 different beds and sofas within 4 weeks is a bit too much, afterall. I am looking forward to having my own bed again.
I left for Tooting really early, cause I was told that I would have to move house early this morning. Have been sitting on packed bags for about 2 hours now, waiting for THEM to call.
The only person who called so far was Linda off the Yellow Pages, who had lots of questions about SHAD I wasn't able to answer. But at least she called three times in a row.

Not sure how I will move all my stuff to my new address. I have two backpacks and 4 other bags, including a massive one with my duvet in it, which I will steal, cause it is nice and new and doesn't have former volunteers' menstrual blood on it.
Also, after I have moved I will be without internet. Boooo... hopefully not for too long. But Loreena McKennit says phone companies in the UK are horrible and always take ages to get things done. So basically: They are like phone companies in Germany, so it might be a while before I can update my facebook status to "is happy about having internet in her new flat!".
Am still looking forward to the new flat, though, cause it has a proper kitchen with proper pans and pots in it and I will have a flatmate who will actually talk to me and I will cook for her and she will play the guitar and it will be all nice and homely. Plus there's still lots of beer in the fridge from Tuesday.

In other news... I missed my flight back to Germany yesterday! So now there's no way back. Cause I don't have money for booking another flight and will have to stay in the UK for ever and ever if I want to or not. Yayay!

Also: I am still not rid of Denva. I texted him again after his 57th text message and told him that I am really not interested in dating him for various reasons: I am very new in London, just want to get settled for now and have lots of other things on my mind, I have been single only for a few weeks and also I am a massive lesbian.
He sulked for a few hours, then went: "I get it, babe."
But he didn't get it, cause yesterday he invited me for dinner, cause he thinks that even new-to-London-recently-heart-broken lesbians will have to eat from time to time.

WELL, THEY DON'T!
(At least not for another 12 hours, after that dinner last night.)