Honey.. I'm home!

I've been away for practically a lifetime... Now I'm back and I've grown up a bit and learned some stuff and changed.

Nice to be back really...
Not much to say at the moment... Watch this space!!

Cockroach!

I was settling down to do my legs last night when I picked up my flannel and A COCKROACH FELL OUT ONTO MY LEG!

I was a big girl though, I caught it all on my own without screaming (although I'll admit at one point I did squeak a bit) and then threw it out the window.

I'm so damn brave!!

I also have to find a new place to live!

Bluurgh

Hayfever's hit me... even with the tablets etc I feel rotten... My nose is itchy and my eyes feel swollen

Last thing I want to do is work, but here I am plugging away...

I want to go hide under my duvet now please...

The world's not so bad...

My bag was handed in...

I've just got back from the security office where my bag was. Ok I didn't get my coat back, but the important thing was my bag.

The whole world isn't a crime ridden place after all - just slightly.

Not a happy bunny

Saturday night I had my bag stolen. Some creep not only saw fit to steal my bag at this time but also my coat as well. I've lost everything but my phone (thank god!) I even lost my passport as I needed it for ID. Now I feel stupid. I was on the verge of going home, now I wish I had... The club itself was a bag of poo... the music was so old it made me want to cry and the place was full to bursting with chavvy town types...

All in all a really crap weekend.

A roll in the hay

It's that time of year again... the time when everytime I walk outside I feel that nagging twinge in my nose.
I know its begun... I'm off to the doctors tomorrow to get antihistamine'd up, have my shots and then get the prescription for the tablets. Yep mine's that bad I need shots and tablets. It's ok once I've got them though. Thank goodness. Unfortunately, until then I want to take out my eyes and put them in water they itch so much!

Meanwhile I've also made a pact:
Even if it kills me - I'm swearing off men... for at least a month.

I just cannot handle the hassle. The being responsible to someone else, the having to check your plans with them. the not being able to check out other fit men... (ok so I can look but not touch - which is the bit that may kill me!) I am going to do this. For my own peace of mind and to prove that I can. To prove that I'm not half as bad as people think I am!

Once more unto the breach dear friends...

Sunny day,,,

Spent a large part of yesterday evening realising that even if the sun is out doesn't mean it summer yet! I bumped into a few mates in the local and we had a pint outside. which semed like a good idea at first but after a while we were all feeling more than a little nippy. Eventually they left and I retired inside, where I bumped into more friends and we ended up watching the football and getting fairly intoxicated. I wandered home, got some chineese and went to bed.

Thing is this morning I should be hanging. I should be one step up from comatose. Especially as I followed the age old tradition of watching football AND drinking lager (any other time I'm a double vodka and lemonade girl recently - beer's just too HEAVY, and gives me a hideous hangover) I should be pale and slightly green around the gills. However I was up with the lark and tidying my room before showering changing and heading off to work!

I don't see this as a turn around - a sign to start drinking beer again. I just see this as the right combination of food, greasy chineese and biscuits!

A ray of hope

I’ve been thinking about things since the weekend. My little trip up north may have enlightened me more than I can remember…
As much as my memory has failed me slightly - as a result I’ve gained some illumination.
I’ve been reprimanded for various small deviances recently, and I’ve been worrying about things too damn much. I might not be one of the hard-core party crew every weekend but I definitely have my moments. I may not be the most saintly person ever – god knows I’ve made some mistakes in my time. And I’m not hugely quiet or down to earth. I’m just me. I might be a tiny bit neurotic but aren’t we all… I bet everyone has moments where they inwardly panic about something. I just happen to be honest about my little panics in the hope that they might raise a smile. I guess I just like to make people laugh. I’m not that bothered if it’s at me, as opposed to with me. Just as long as people are happy.