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!