Barbie Must Die

Am now firmly entrenched into "Fuck off Barbie" mood. To the point of the mobile phone being switched off - if anyone wants me then they can get me by other means - and only then if they know how. Really not happy with prospect of having to communicate with strangers at the moment. And I don't really know why, well that's not strictly true - I think I just don't want to admit the reason for my reluctance to speak to this woman at the moment. However given that the last few referrals from the bloody agency have been complete fuck-ups this should give a rather large clue as to where my thoughts are heading.
Still anyway there are more important things to look forward to - Theatres des Vampires at the Underworld this Saturday for one - and with their no Giant Rubber Goth Bat door policy Mister Squeaky has to stay at home and behave himself.