Yow!
Although no one is clearly reading this blog, I haven't written in it for a while mostly because I was getting paranoid the ex had found. Well, even if you're reading it, enjoy. Was thinking about said ex this morning and getting a bit sad thinking about how much I miss him. Well, actually a lot sad thinking about all the good times we had and all the others we had planned, including our dog, Prince Buster...oh well, I don't miss the shit times of which there were many.
Am feeling a *bit* less perky than I have done lately - probably thanks to being a bit spanked every weekend for the last month or so and the fact that I missed a night's sleep and then woke up at 5am this morning. Oh well, will try and get to bed as early as possible tonight and have an extra hours snooze and go into work late tomorrow. I've been in SUCH a good mood lately though that there had to be a crash on the other side, and I guess this is it...
Had a pretty nice weekend though, so can't grumble too much really. I sorted out my front room in the day time on saturday and then saturday afternoon and night (and some of sunday) went to celebrate a friends birthday. It actually started very civilised but then descended in to the usual sort of rolling around on the floor kind of nonsense. Got home at about 4pm yesterday quite the shivering wreck, I have to say. But like I said it was really nice to celebrate C's birthday and spend some quality time with some other girls I'd like to get to know better, especially J as we have a habit of falling for and thinking we can fix mentalists. It was really, really lovely to go out and just be me...and not be worrying about what would be waiting for me. Also had a chat with this other girl, R who is also a bit of a mentalist, but I think has calmed down quite a bit lately. She was saying some super wise words to me, that although I was a bit fucked, I *think* she meant. She's pretty clever for one so young.
Bleugh - have had enough of today. Still, I'm leaving in less than 3 hours to go shopping and have some dj shenagins with my best mate. Woo!
Monday, 30 April 2007
Monday, 23 April 2007
It's a peach! More like a melon, really...
Well. Blimus. Gosh. Yum. Now that’s what I call a good weekend!
Was pretty knackered (and poor) on Friday night so I mostly just got home and watched telly. My sleeping has gone a bit crazy again lately, back to the annoying waking up in the middle of the night and then waking up early, even at the weekend, but I s’pose I mustn’t grumble too much like.
Anyway, as fascinating as my sleep patterns are, back to the weekend. Saturday daytime was a bit “meh” to be honest. I started to worry about way too much stuff, like if I had done the right thing staying broken up from you know who, worrying about money and the future and all sorts of silly things. Sometimes a thought gets in your head and it’s impossible to shift. Still, it kind of shifted and I went out for the evening to my mate F’s for a dinner party type soiree. The evening started quite well – interesting chat, lots of nibbles and endless glasses of champagne (F earns quite a bit more than me, but is very generous) but I thought we’d be eating proper food, but it was more like deli stuff, and of course I’d barely eaten all day, and once I start drinking, the hunger get less, weirdly so I didn’t each much. Result? Me suddenly being amazingly pissed and having to stagger home very quickly.
When I got in I *think* I tried to watch TV but that obviously didn’t work so I staggered about getting into bed. I remember the room moving loads, and at one stage I decided to sleep by my window…got back into bed proper and tried to stop it moving. I thought I’d been sick but when I woke up there didn’t appear to be any evidence that I had and my mouth felt ok, so I thought I’d imagined it. Nope. I soon found a bin that was full of really, really vile smelling bile and vom. Yuck! Disposed of that quickly and then went for a walk round Brockwell Park to try and clear my head. Which sort of worked. Sat on the sofa for a couple of hours and then decided to do some ironing and crack on with tidying up. I forgot to mention the practically booty call texts I was sending Kenickie didn’t I, oh, and the parking ticket I seemed to pick up from somewhere.
Being a bit paranoid that I had scared off Kenickie I quickly firmed up our date for teatime. And woo hoo! He was still keen! I fixed myself up pretty good, even if I do say so myself. My hair and slap was looking ace and took myself off to Clapham. Sadly I did that thing I do when I’m all nervous and got all sweaty around the face which probably spoilt the effect somewhat, but hey ho. We had a couple of hours of drinking and flirting but was desperate for more of those delicious kisses, so off I went and got me some. And good lord, those kisses are good! Of course, I’m going to have to check those kisses when I’m sober…*ahem* Things rapidly went down the heavy petting, much to the entertainment of other people in the bar. And then we decided to go back to mine…everything I have heard about younger men is so right – so full of energy, so eager to please, so well, yummy! I’ve never been overly fussed by skinny boys but then maybe I’ve been wrong about that too – I reckon I just feel even lardier in front of a skinny torso but I wasn’t too nervous about getting naked with Kenickie. It helped immensely that he was saying thing like how sexy I was, and how into me he was, and how he thought I was foxier than my bezzie mate, and that if he wasn’t attracted to me, then he wouldn’t be there…so all in all, it was good, good, good. We practically did everything but f**k but if he as good with his willy as he is with other parts of his body, then I’m in for a treat. Hurrah! He left at about 1am this morning so I’m a bit tired and over hung today but it was totally worth it…
Am having a good day at work too. Haven’t managed to achieve much but my boss called me into his office today and wanted to know if I’d be interested in a secondment and possible promotion opportunity which I am totally interested in. Would be a change of scene from a team that are mostly annoying me these days, a new challenge and hopefully more cash money. Here’s hoping something comes of it…
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. It’s ace being me at the moment!
Was pretty knackered (and poor) on Friday night so I mostly just got home and watched telly. My sleeping has gone a bit crazy again lately, back to the annoying waking up in the middle of the night and then waking up early, even at the weekend, but I s’pose I mustn’t grumble too much like.
Anyway, as fascinating as my sleep patterns are, back to the weekend. Saturday daytime was a bit “meh” to be honest. I started to worry about way too much stuff, like if I had done the right thing staying broken up from you know who, worrying about money and the future and all sorts of silly things. Sometimes a thought gets in your head and it’s impossible to shift. Still, it kind of shifted and I went out for the evening to my mate F’s for a dinner party type soiree. The evening started quite well – interesting chat, lots of nibbles and endless glasses of champagne (F earns quite a bit more than me, but is very generous) but I thought we’d be eating proper food, but it was more like deli stuff, and of course I’d barely eaten all day, and once I start drinking, the hunger get less, weirdly so I didn’t each much. Result? Me suddenly being amazingly pissed and having to stagger home very quickly.
When I got in I *think* I tried to watch TV but that obviously didn’t work so I staggered about getting into bed. I remember the room moving loads, and at one stage I decided to sleep by my window…got back into bed proper and tried to stop it moving. I thought I’d been sick but when I woke up there didn’t appear to be any evidence that I had and my mouth felt ok, so I thought I’d imagined it. Nope. I soon found a bin that was full of really, really vile smelling bile and vom. Yuck! Disposed of that quickly and then went for a walk round Brockwell Park to try and clear my head. Which sort of worked. Sat on the sofa for a couple of hours and then decided to do some ironing and crack on with tidying up. I forgot to mention the practically booty call texts I was sending Kenickie didn’t I, oh, and the parking ticket I seemed to pick up from somewhere.
Being a bit paranoid that I had scared off Kenickie I quickly firmed up our date for teatime. And woo hoo! He was still keen! I fixed myself up pretty good, even if I do say so myself. My hair and slap was looking ace and took myself off to Clapham. Sadly I did that thing I do when I’m all nervous and got all sweaty around the face which probably spoilt the effect somewhat, but hey ho. We had a couple of hours of drinking and flirting but was desperate for more of those delicious kisses, so off I went and got me some. And good lord, those kisses are good! Of course, I’m going to have to check those kisses when I’m sober…*ahem* Things rapidly went down the heavy petting, much to the entertainment of other people in the bar. And then we decided to go back to mine…everything I have heard about younger men is so right – so full of energy, so eager to please, so well, yummy! I’ve never been overly fussed by skinny boys but then maybe I’ve been wrong about that too – I reckon I just feel even lardier in front of a skinny torso but I wasn’t too nervous about getting naked with Kenickie. It helped immensely that he was saying thing like how sexy I was, and how into me he was, and how he thought I was foxier than my bezzie mate, and that if he wasn’t attracted to me, then he wouldn’t be there…so all in all, it was good, good, good. We practically did everything but f**k but if he as good with his willy as he is with other parts of his body, then I’m in for a treat. Hurrah! He left at about 1am this morning so I’m a bit tired and over hung today but it was totally worth it…
Am having a good day at work too. Haven’t managed to achieve much but my boss called me into his office today and wanted to know if I’d be interested in a secondment and possible promotion opportunity which I am totally interested in. Would be a change of scene from a team that are mostly annoying me these days, a new challenge and hopefully more cash money. Here’s hoping something comes of it…
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. It’s ace being me at the moment!
Friday, 20 April 2007
conceal and confuse
Woo! Still in a good mood! Have had a couple of days off work as my mum came to visit. We went to Brighton, went to the Surrealism exhibition at the V&A, the camouflage exhibition at the Imperial War Museum and generally spent too much money and ate too much of the wrong things. But hey ho! I had a good time doing it and still appear to be hovering around the 11.5 stone mark so I might have just gotten away with it. Ma also bought me another tailor’s dummy and a bagful of Benefit products – luxury make up for free. Now that’s what I call ace.
Also randomly ran into my lovely, lovely mate Kittyfly – strictly speaking she’s not my mate as such as my best mate found her, but I reckon we can share and had a lovely time chatting to her over a couple of gins. She’s so sorted out and wise for her years, although I suspect, well, know that there seems to be lots of internal struggle sort of stuff going on, but she’s way wiser than I ever was at her age. I hope she gets all she deserves.
In continuing good news, I decided to txt Kenickie last night, being all emboldened by the gin like and basically asked him out. A few hours later, as I was starting to go all “harrumph” at his not responding, he rang me! He apologised profusely for not responding sooner but explained he’d had a really busy week, what with moving on Sunday but that he’d also (and I quote) “love to take me out”. I’m not quite sure how he came to such a conclusion but he reckoned a swanky bar in Clapham would be the best bet. He’s already busy this evening and I’ve got plans for tomorrow night so we’re going out on Sunday afternoon. It’s a proper date! Having it on Sunday afternoon/evening is actually probably much better than a Friday or Saturday night, so that, well, certain things that might happen, don’t happen too soon like! Like I keep saying I’m certainly not looking for a relationship, but there’s not reason to gorge myself on the fun too soon…might as well work up an appetite, like!
Talking of relationships, Mr Ex has announced that he actually wants me back…there was a scene in Skins when the girl who used to go out with Tony says something like “I never realised how knackering it was going out with you Tony”. I know how she feels. I can’t help thinking that having a load of potential stress lifted off my shoulders has really helped my mojo. I’m not worrying about him finding out about me doing (relatively innocent stuff) don’t have to worry about getting home, repercussions, trying to remember what story I’ve told certain people etc etc. All I have to worry about now is the usual cash money, the state of my skin, total lack of career etc!
Right! It’s nearly the weekend. Go go go! I hope I don’t make a complete loon of myself on Sunday!
Have an ace time everyone!
Also randomly ran into my lovely, lovely mate Kittyfly – strictly speaking she’s not my mate as such as my best mate found her, but I reckon we can share and had a lovely time chatting to her over a couple of gins. She’s so sorted out and wise for her years, although I suspect, well, know that there seems to be lots of internal struggle sort of stuff going on, but she’s way wiser than I ever was at her age. I hope she gets all she deserves.
In continuing good news, I decided to txt Kenickie last night, being all emboldened by the gin like and basically asked him out. A few hours later, as I was starting to go all “harrumph” at his not responding, he rang me! He apologised profusely for not responding sooner but explained he’d had a really busy week, what with moving on Sunday but that he’d also (and I quote) “love to take me out”. I’m not quite sure how he came to such a conclusion but he reckoned a swanky bar in Clapham would be the best bet. He’s already busy this evening and I’ve got plans for tomorrow night so we’re going out on Sunday afternoon. It’s a proper date! Having it on Sunday afternoon/evening is actually probably much better than a Friday or Saturday night, so that, well, certain things that might happen, don’t happen too soon like! Like I keep saying I’m certainly not looking for a relationship, but there’s not reason to gorge myself on the fun too soon…might as well work up an appetite, like!
Talking of relationships, Mr Ex has announced that he actually wants me back…there was a scene in Skins when the girl who used to go out with Tony says something like “I never realised how knackering it was going out with you Tony”. I know how she feels. I can’t help thinking that having a load of potential stress lifted off my shoulders has really helped my mojo. I’m not worrying about him finding out about me doing (relatively innocent stuff) don’t have to worry about getting home, repercussions, trying to remember what story I’ve told certain people etc etc. All I have to worry about now is the usual cash money, the state of my skin, total lack of career etc!
Right! It’s nearly the weekend. Go go go! I hope I don’t make a complete loon of myself on Sunday!
Have an ace time everyone!
Monday, 16 April 2007
Cricket Who?
Easy now! Wha gwan on?
So I’m in a good mood again. Yay! Am a bit tired but happy. Went to see the Sugababes on Friday who were ace, but also had a lovely time hanging out with my home girl and best mate. We went to the pub beforehand and had some lovely grub and booze and discovered it was much better getting to Wembley a bit later, when you’re sitting down, especially as the support acts are a bit lame. We’re getting on now, and quite frankly, whilst it’s good to get down the front, it was very nice not having loads of jostling for position and having to stand through aforementioned rubbish support acts. We also got ace t-shirts which is what it’s mostly about. The merchandising baby!
Also texted Cricket Boy to see what he was up to, and one thing led to another and we set up a date for drinks on Saturday night. Naturally I was quite pleased with this and went home all chuffed with myself. Top pop, a new t-shirt, boozy fun and a date are pretty good for an evenings work. Was all excited the next days too – even got up early to go shopping to get that out of the way and also get me some new garms. Was convinced in the back of mind though that I was going to get blown out so was even more chuffed when we got the exact details nailed and I was going to meet Cricket Boy at 8pm in the Dublin Castle. Cue much happy dance etc. However, an hour before we meet I get the following message:
“Can we make it 9 instead. I need more slob time. Have to say I’m getting laid at the moment so we’ll have to be on best behaviour”
And I just think “what the fuck?” Turns out it’s his delightful way of saying that he’s seeing someone, even though he only just broke up with his girlfriend last week. For a start being late is rude, especially when I was coming to his neck of the woods. Secondly, how fucking assumptive is that, that I was after some. I mean, I was, but that’s not the point. He then states that he’d like to hang out as “chums”. Ordinarily, that would be ok, but don’t spend a large chunk of the previous weekend kissing and hanging out with people you want to be “chums” with. Don’t set up drinks on a Saturday night with girls you want to be “chums” with. Moreover, it took me back to a horrible place where as a teenager, all my mates were copping off with our male friends, but I was just these blokes “mate”. I was the one with the good personality – read funny but not attractive in any way, shape or form : (
So anyway, got a bit miserable and had a bit of a weep, but then decided to go out anyway, because that what the old pootle would have done, and she’s in the past. So off I went, fuelled by a couple of large gins to find my decent mates. Slightly embarrassed myself coming in, but then I soon got me some supplies and had an ace night. Even got me ANOTHER new snog. And fuck me, they were very delicious kisses. Here’s hoping there are more to come. Kenickie (as we’ll now call him, thanks to the hickey he gave me!) is also an incredibly good dancer and also has outstanding taste in music, so much so that we assumed he was gay. And of course you know what they say about men who can dance…! Sadly he had to leave early as he was moving the next day, but he’s got my number and seemed to quite enjoy kissing me, so here’s hoping more fun is on its way! I’m not going to get overly obsessed like what with Cricket Boy. There’s going to be plenty of chances to see Kenickie at various things, so if something else happens, it happens. More importantly, it would appear my mojo is still working (of course I say I’m not going to get all upset but I will be upset if I don’t get anymore hot lipsing up action from him!) Also, having better and more delicious kisses has quenched my thirst to snog Cricket Boy, along with the new knowledge that he’s a bit of a twat so maybe me and him can actually be mates? I’ll give it some thought, because I did actually enjoy hanging out with him. It’s his loss if he doesn’t want to hop on the good foot and do the bad thing with me!
After he’d gone, yet more lovely people turned up by surprise. Then went back to a mates house and had an ace time getting to know one person a bit more, listening to lots of guitar music, talking about how ace music is generally, getting very dosed up on horse tranqs and possibly having another snog…! I’m not quite sure though!
Staggered home at about 9.30 in the morning but went via my local lovely part and stretched out on a fallen tree. I led in the sunshine a bit broken, but happy, and reflecting on what an ace time I’m having being me at the moment.
Think I’m going off the rails a bit though, so I’m going to have a couple of quiet weekends in, I reckon.
Wow! Long entry, but I’m going away for a couple of days so this’ll have to keep you tided over, innit.
So I’m in a good mood again. Yay! Am a bit tired but happy. Went to see the Sugababes on Friday who were ace, but also had a lovely time hanging out with my home girl and best mate. We went to the pub beforehand and had some lovely grub and booze and discovered it was much better getting to Wembley a bit later, when you’re sitting down, especially as the support acts are a bit lame. We’re getting on now, and quite frankly, whilst it’s good to get down the front, it was very nice not having loads of jostling for position and having to stand through aforementioned rubbish support acts. We also got ace t-shirts which is what it’s mostly about. The merchandising baby!
Also texted Cricket Boy to see what he was up to, and one thing led to another and we set up a date for drinks on Saturday night. Naturally I was quite pleased with this and went home all chuffed with myself. Top pop, a new t-shirt, boozy fun and a date are pretty good for an evenings work. Was all excited the next days too – even got up early to go shopping to get that out of the way and also get me some new garms. Was convinced in the back of mind though that I was going to get blown out so was even more chuffed when we got the exact details nailed and I was going to meet Cricket Boy at 8pm in the Dublin Castle. Cue much happy dance etc. However, an hour before we meet I get the following message:
“Can we make it 9 instead. I need more slob time. Have to say I’m getting laid at the moment so we’ll have to be on best behaviour”
And I just think “what the fuck?” Turns out it’s his delightful way of saying that he’s seeing someone, even though he only just broke up with his girlfriend last week. For a start being late is rude, especially when I was coming to his neck of the woods. Secondly, how fucking assumptive is that, that I was after some. I mean, I was, but that’s not the point. He then states that he’d like to hang out as “chums”. Ordinarily, that would be ok, but don’t spend a large chunk of the previous weekend kissing and hanging out with people you want to be “chums” with. Don’t set up drinks on a Saturday night with girls you want to be “chums” with. Moreover, it took me back to a horrible place where as a teenager, all my mates were copping off with our male friends, but I was just these blokes “mate”. I was the one with the good personality – read funny but not attractive in any way, shape or form : (
So anyway, got a bit miserable and had a bit of a weep, but then decided to go out anyway, because that what the old pootle would have done, and she’s in the past. So off I went, fuelled by a couple of large gins to find my decent mates. Slightly embarrassed myself coming in, but then I soon got me some supplies and had an ace night. Even got me ANOTHER new snog. And fuck me, they were very delicious kisses. Here’s hoping there are more to come. Kenickie (as we’ll now call him, thanks to the hickey he gave me!) is also an incredibly good dancer and also has outstanding taste in music, so much so that we assumed he was gay. And of course you know what they say about men who can dance…! Sadly he had to leave early as he was moving the next day, but he’s got my number and seemed to quite enjoy kissing me, so here’s hoping more fun is on its way! I’m not going to get overly obsessed like what with Cricket Boy. There’s going to be plenty of chances to see Kenickie at various things, so if something else happens, it happens. More importantly, it would appear my mojo is still working (of course I say I’m not going to get all upset but I will be upset if I don’t get anymore hot lipsing up action from him!) Also, having better and more delicious kisses has quenched my thirst to snog Cricket Boy, along with the new knowledge that he’s a bit of a twat so maybe me and him can actually be mates? I’ll give it some thought, because I did actually enjoy hanging out with him. It’s his loss if he doesn’t want to hop on the good foot and do the bad thing with me!
After he’d gone, yet more lovely people turned up by surprise. Then went back to a mates house and had an ace time getting to know one person a bit more, listening to lots of guitar music, talking about how ace music is generally, getting very dosed up on horse tranqs and possibly having another snog…! I’m not quite sure though!
Staggered home at about 9.30 in the morning but went via my local lovely part and stretched out on a fallen tree. I led in the sunshine a bit broken, but happy, and reflecting on what an ace time I’m having being me at the moment.
Think I’m going off the rails a bit though, so I’m going to have a couple of quiet weekends in, I reckon.
Wow! Long entry, but I’m going away for a couple of days so this’ll have to keep you tided over, innit.
Friday, 13 April 2007
Push The Button
It’s Friday the 13th – but this isn’t of any particular significance to me as I’m not overly superstitious.
I don’t really have much else to report other than woo! Am going to see Sugababes tonight at Wembley. Hope they’ve got some good t-shirts. Will spend the rest of the weekend tidying/cleaning/sorting out my flat I reckon as a)it needs it and b)my mum is coming to stay next week.
I haven’t told her I’ve been dumped yet. She really, REALLY like MMM (the recent ex) so I’m not looking forward to it. May just put it off altogether. Cricket Boy was asking me what he should tell his parents last week when he was in a similar situation, only he dumped her. I told him to tell them she was a crack whore. Perhaps I could use the same story. I’d have to explain to my mum what a crack whore is though, and she’s only just her head around the difference between jazz fags and jazz mags.
Today I am mostly wishing I could write all funny like, like Grace Dent who writes about the tellybox for Radio Times Online and the Guardian. Chuckle at her here: http://www.radiotimes.com/content/features/tvod/
I am also mostly wishing I get an invite out from Cricket Boy this weekend.
I don’t really have much else to report other than woo! Am going to see Sugababes tonight at Wembley. Hope they’ve got some good t-shirts. Will spend the rest of the weekend tidying/cleaning/sorting out my flat I reckon as a)it needs it and b)my mum is coming to stay next week.
I haven’t told her I’ve been dumped yet. She really, REALLY like MMM (the recent ex) so I’m not looking forward to it. May just put it off altogether. Cricket Boy was asking me what he should tell his parents last week when he was in a similar situation, only he dumped her. I told him to tell them she was a crack whore. Perhaps I could use the same story. I’d have to explain to my mum what a crack whore is though, and she’s only just her head around the difference between jazz fags and jazz mags.
Today I am mostly wishing I could write all funny like, like Grace Dent who writes about the tellybox for Radio Times Online and the Guardian. Chuckle at her here: http://www.radiotimes.com/content/features/tvod/
I am also mostly wishing I get an invite out from Cricket Boy this weekend.
Thursday, 12 April 2007
Fair Do's
Eeyyy! There’s nothing like waking up in a good mood to set you up for the day, is there? A good, well better, nights sleep and being on the other side of a comedown is just the tonic. Woke up to a very drunk but lovely text from my best mate this morning too. Which was nice.
Been very busy at work today but at least I’ve managed to get some stuff done rather than faffing about on gmail and Face Book all day long.
Nearly time to go home too, so this is just a brief entry. The recent ex was all doom and gloom yesterday, or the day before – stuff like “it feels like someone has died” and all manner of hyperbole (mind you, once you had pootle, you’ll never go back!) and yesterday teatime I got a “is it really all over forever” type txt, to which I replied something along the lines of forever being a long time and not having psychic powers etc to which he replied “fair do’s”
FAIR DO’S?! Lol! It was more like he’d asked for my last fag, and as it was my last I wanted it!
Oh well – lots of my mates are heading out to the Roundhouse to see this amazing new production of Shakespeare’s Midsummer Nights Dream. I’m going to walk the 4.5 miles home with my mate instead and put the world to rights.
In other good news, this dead cool girl I met at the weekend has joined a bb I’m on. Yay! For Steve.
In other news, here’s hoping I get word from Cricket boy soon with an offer of a *drink* ahem…
Been very busy at work today but at least I’ve managed to get some stuff done rather than faffing about on gmail and Face Book all day long.
Nearly time to go home too, so this is just a brief entry. The recent ex was all doom and gloom yesterday, or the day before – stuff like “it feels like someone has died” and all manner of hyperbole (mind you, once you had pootle, you’ll never go back!) and yesterday teatime I got a “is it really all over forever” type txt, to which I replied something along the lines of forever being a long time and not having psychic powers etc to which he replied “fair do’s”
FAIR DO’S?! Lol! It was more like he’d asked for my last fag, and as it was my last I wanted it!
Oh well – lots of my mates are heading out to the Roundhouse to see this amazing new production of Shakespeare’s Midsummer Nights Dream. I’m going to walk the 4.5 miles home with my mate instead and put the world to rights.
In other good news, this dead cool girl I met at the weekend has joined a bb I’m on. Yay! For Steve.
In other news, here’s hoping I get word from Cricket boy soon with an offer of a *drink* ahem…
Wednesday, 11 April 2007
Peaks and Troughs
Today was threatening to be a less than satisfactory day. I was in a way less perky and positive mood than yesterday and for a while I feared today’s entry was going to be all about the doom and gloom. I slept badly and had an ache in my neck. I left my glasses at home and had to squint at the computer and give myself a headache. Work colleagues being all the more annoying than usual. This of course has nothing to do with the ridiculous amounts of mdma and other mind altering substances I consumed at the weekend…of course not!
However, logged on to my internet banking to find my cash money situation way healthier than I thought, moved to the best spot in the office (sadly available cos my favourite person in the office has left) AND got a couple of texts from this bloke I kissed at the weekend. We’ll call him Cricket Guy. He reminds me loads of this other bloke I’ve fancied forever – we’ll call him Keyboard Bloke who makes me laugh and laughs at the frequently ever-so-slightly wrong things I come out with, but despite my best efforts has never shown the slightest interest, romance wise. Cricket Guy though…we met in a club on Friday night and we were still hanging out together on Sunday morning (it was only just Sunday morning, but still!) nothing much happened over then spending most of the time in a drug fuelled haze draped over each other, but we had a couple of kisses and they were delicious! He smelt and tasted all manly like – just enough hair on his face to be a bit rough, but just generally pretty tasty like…and the cheekiest grin I’ve ever seen ever! I don’t know if its going to go anywhere as he’s also just got out of a relationship and also seems like a bit of c*nt – his words, not mine…he was in bed with another girl the night before so…but anyway, here’s hoping some fun does come out of it. Am trying to remember how you make it known you’re available for *fun* but not totally desperate. Someone who makes me laugh, finds me funny and loves teen movies is too good an opportunity to let slip!
However, logged on to my internet banking to find my cash money situation way healthier than I thought, moved to the best spot in the office (sadly available cos my favourite person in the office has left) AND got a couple of texts from this bloke I kissed at the weekend. We’ll call him Cricket Guy. He reminds me loads of this other bloke I’ve fancied forever – we’ll call him Keyboard Bloke who makes me laugh and laughs at the frequently ever-so-slightly wrong things I come out with, but despite my best efforts has never shown the slightest interest, romance wise. Cricket Guy though…we met in a club on Friday night and we were still hanging out together on Sunday morning (it was only just Sunday morning, but still!) nothing much happened over then spending most of the time in a drug fuelled haze draped over each other, but we had a couple of kisses and they were delicious! He smelt and tasted all manly like – just enough hair on his face to be a bit rough, but just generally pretty tasty like…and the cheekiest grin I’ve ever seen ever! I don’t know if its going to go anywhere as he’s also just got out of a relationship and also seems like a bit of c*nt – his words, not mine…he was in bed with another girl the night before so…but anyway, here’s hoping some fun does come out of it. Am trying to remember how you make it known you’re available for *fun* but not totally desperate. Someone who makes me laugh, finds me funny and loves teen movies is too good an opportunity to let slip!
Tuesday, 10 April 2007
back, Back, BACK!
Hi and welcome to the greatest blog to ever grace the intermaweb...this is going to have to be a swift first post as I have to be somewhere else soon, but quickly let me introduce myself and it.
As you'll see from my profile etc I'm a 30 yr old living in London. I'm bored of all the introspective doom and gloom blogs about and I've had a spectaculalrly good weekend where my missing in action mojo came back and I remembered how much fun it is to be me.
In a nutshell, I've just come out of an extremely messy relationship - at times he was the best thing that ever happened to me and I'm probably still not *quite* believing it's over, but at other times, well, a recipe for disaster - married, controlling, manipulative, older and with a lot of personal problems that I just couldn't happen and were starting to infect and affect me.
BUT! Those times are over...I'm going to use the blog to document the good times ahead that are surely due to come my way, and also to remind me why I'm better off alone.
Names etc will be changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent and I'm hoping no one I know ever works out who it is writing this blog. Do me a favour and let me know if you do think you know like!
Right, gotta go...more, as and when!
As you'll see from my profile etc I'm a 30 yr old living in London. I'm bored of all the introspective doom and gloom blogs about and I've had a spectaculalrly good weekend where my missing in action mojo came back and I remembered how much fun it is to be me.
In a nutshell, I've just come out of an extremely messy relationship - at times he was the best thing that ever happened to me and I'm probably still not *quite* believing it's over, but at other times, well, a recipe for disaster - married, controlling, manipulative, older and with a lot of personal problems that I just couldn't happen and were starting to infect and affect me.
BUT! Those times are over...I'm going to use the blog to document the good times ahead that are surely due to come my way, and also to remind me why I'm better off alone.
Names etc will be changed to protect the innocent and not so innocent and I'm hoping no one I know ever works out who it is writing this blog. Do me a favour and let me know if you do think you know like!
Right, gotta go...more, as and when!
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