Feel a bit like Evita on the social climb to find Juan Peron. I know there's something good out there, and I know I ought to be able to find it, but there interim is taking forever.

They say things happen in threes. So far I've lost my baby (if you can call an abortion 'losing'), I've lost my job, and a few days ago I found out that I will be losing my house at the end of the month. To be fair, its not really my house, I'm living here to try and make the place look livable for my friend who's trying to sell it. Trouble is, its been on the market for over 2 years, and in the current financial climate, he ain't ever gonna get what he's asking for it. However, he's decided that if it still hasn't sold in a month, he's letting it out. The boyf and I have offered to give him £500 pcm rent, but he wants £650. As if he's just going to say "I now declare this house available for rent" and someone's going to snap it up. There is far too much property available in this city.

Unfortunately, the house also needs a lot of work, including the windows replacing as the seals have gone, the garden landscaping as is a total mess (would make the Secret Garden look like a lawn) and the back of the house re-rendering. If he becomes a landlord, he's culpable for all this. I've tried to explain, as he's a friend, but he's not having any of it, so we're looking for somewhere new. Again. Haven't even unpacked all my boxes from my last move!!

In other news, worked my last night as a lap dancer for a while last night. I decided that there's not enough money to be made in parading around in my underwear for 10 hours and suffering the indignity of begging substandard men for dances. To be blunt, I'd rather shag footballers for £1k a pop. Having said that, last night I made £100 dancing for 3 men, and gave them all hard-ons, so at least I know I'm not losing my touch, just my drive. Slung my jeans and a cardy over the outfit I was wearing so the boyf didn't notice, then when I got home I quickly stripped and gave him my final lapdance of the evening.

Managed to keep my thigh-high leather press-studded boots on during the next hour of rather fulfilling sex, too.

So I'm jobless, and soon to be homeless, but feeling rather quite chipper. Must be the hippy spirit in me. I'm a survivor, and although sometimes life can be tough and the pickings slim, I'm a firm believer in persevering through and occasionally relishing the crappy times, in order to fully appreciate your break when you get it.

And if it all goes tits up I'll put my stuff instorage and move abroad!!!