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E-duff is E-duff

I have now got to the point where I have had e-duff. E-duff of constantly trying to drink enough fluids, e-duff of trying to get lots of rest and keep myself warm. And the most frustrating thing is that it has all been over a weekend where I had so many things planned. Sat wondering about what is going on where I am supposed to be, the alcohol being consumed without my fair share! I hate not being part of it! So although my night last night was filled with High School Musical marathons, Eurovision (congrats to Norway) and Britain's Got Talent fun, I couldn't help but wonder what everyone was doing, what was happnening and how it was going at the party I was supposed to be at.

The worse thing, just to make matters worse: I wake up this morning feeling chipper, and with a slight bunged up feeling and most of the virus disappeared wishing that somehow yesterday was today, and today was tomorrow. Ever got that feeling?!

As I sit here watching Hangover TV, I can't help but think that e-duff is e-duff, not only with this cold virus thing, but with my life, I need to sort this out. There are things to be changed, and I am going to do it. I have to sort these things out. The countdown has just begun, and the challenge has begun. Just wait and see, I'll update you soon. xxx

The Mid-twenties crisis

I have heard the urban myth that people have the mid-twenties crisis, and never thought it to be true. But today I think I do. This career path I have chose, I was so certain I wanted to take, but now I am not so sure. There are so many other things I have started wondering about. So many other opportunities that I could possibly take. Bad timing in this climate I know. And that is why I am trying to keep them all surpressed. I love my job at the moment, I really do, a great job, and great charity, and great colleagues. I love it, but something has to change. Maybe it isn't my job, maybe it is something else. My life is all topsy turvy at the moment, I am so close to sorting it, it is causing me to itch. No kidding, I am physically itchy! But something is really not right, something wrong, I have got to do something about it. I have to think about things properly, think things through, things that I thought i had sorted, maybe i haven't quite got there. I don't know. Any ideas anyone!!!!

And now as I sit here writing this, I have a complete nutcase kitten bolting around the flat... I am glad I am not the only one with insomnia. I am so sick of not sleeping. Grrrr. Ohhh the frustration. Mid - twenties crisis' - seriously, why on earth do we have them??? Are we on the right path? Is it the right thing to do? What if I could be doing something else right now? What is there that i could do better right now? So many questions, but where do you start to find the answers? Maybe Genie might have the answers, she seems to enjoy bolting round the flat like a steam train running down a hill without breaks, the lights are on but nobody is home at the moment!!! If only life could be as simple as that of my Crazy Wildcat Genie.

The friends you have that are of the furry kind. Genie is her name.

As I sit here in bed, feeling a bit low, something enters the room...a mad crazy fluffball jumps on my bed. She bombs around the bedroom like a speeding bullet, bouncing and pouncing off every wall and surface she can find. Her name is Genie, and she is my 2 month old British Blue kitten. She has just learned to hunt and pounce and she is fully putting it to the test. Her eyes are wide as dark saucers watching my fingers hit the keys as I type. Mesmerized by everything and anything around her. Her shadow causes her great intrigue, and as she looks at me with those innocent big adorable eyes, she pounces straight on to my laptop and starts chewing the screen. Her tail is flapping from side to side, it maybe human bed time, but for her, she is ready to play. Her bottom wiggling ready to pounce again; this time I keep the laptop away from her pouncing potential. She jumps on to the pillows behind my head, and suddenly like a moth to a flame sees the metal pull chord on my bedside lamp and deicdes that is her prey. She studies it as it glints in the light, and as she slowly lowers her front body, not for a second taking her eyes off her prize, she bats the chord. And it swings so far that it hits the top of the lampshade. Now this was totally unexpected by little Genie, and the crack of the lampshade makes her jump and skid under the covers. Ten seconds later this is forgotten and she comes bounding out ready to hunt another unsuspecting inanimimate object.

Animals are funny ol' things, I think as she pounces once again at the laptop, this time with not so much feline grace as she thuds in to the back of the screen!

My Scottish friend

Isn't it wierd when you have someone who comes in to your life and suddenly you wonder how you lived without them? That is how it is with Steely. She blew in like only a Scots could, and ever since has remained close by. We may have only met in August but she has been there for me through a lot of drama!! Don't get me wrong, that girl knows how to get herself into drama!! She is Scottish after all! But I really can't believe what a firm friend I have in her. A fellow HSM fan, she most of the time thinks how I think, and I love the mischievious nature she has! Steely you are a godsend in a land of boys, PES and chat. xxx

Oh yeah...she even writes poetry!... check out what she wrote for me!

Ode to Vix....

If you were had been made by Disney,
Which character would you be,
Someone from the Lion King
or High School Musical Three?

You could have been a Princess,
But which one would you choose?
Sleeping Beauty with her castle,
Or Cinderella with her shoes?

Would you be a goodie,
Like Flounder and Abu,
or the splendid Mary Poppins,
To name but a few.

You might have been a villain,
Like the murdering Scar,
The ticking Captain Hook,
or the scariest, Jafar!

If I was casting Disney,
I know what I would say,
Toodles to all of them,
Your the fabulous Sharpay!

Why is it always your favourite items you ruin or lose?

It has always been a family joke that when my father buys electrical equipment for the rest of the family that I am the only one he takes out the extra warranties/guarantees/insurance for. A joke this may be but it is the truth. I must be the most destructive person on the planet. I have destroyed in a bundance laptops, cameras, stereos and even had the unfortunate incident of my car blowing up on a motorway. Yep, my luck isn't so great. And not to mention losing precious items like beautiful diamond earrings, prada leather gloves, gucci shoes, all sorts. Honestly, if it has any financial or sentimental value do not give it to me as it is guaranteed to implode or just simply disappear. Maybe it is a curse that some Wicca woman gave me in passing when i dropped my ice cream on their shoes when I was younger. Maybe it is just something that naturally has occoured in my gene pool. Who knows. But to me, right now, it is getting out of hand. It is spreading to other parts of my life and it isn't just physical/inanimate objects. Why can't someone just order me about and tell me how to look after myself, be responsible and grown up??!! That would help as I obviously can barely look after myself. Maybe I need to be tied up so I do not bore any children that may have the same nightmares?

Lugging in London

I am sure others are the same, but something that has seemed to become a habit of mine, is "lugging" my stuff half way across London each day. All girls seem to have a habit of overloading their handbags, but I have to go one step more, as all I seem to do is "lug" my stuff up and down London from South to North, just for one evening. Why on earth do I do it?? I "lug" my stuff up and down, across London, and aaaaaaalways in rush hour, it is like I like to be death stared at by commuters scowling at me for my bag that is full of knickers and jumpers taking up room that could mean that one more person could crush themselves into the already over packed trains. I read somewhere a few months back that people who commute in London actually experience conditions much worse than what cattle experience when being transported to slaughter! Charming eh?

Why do we have soap opera??!! I got enough of my own!!

Oh my god. Really?? Men?? Do you have to be like this?? God almighty. I am so sick of it all. Why can't straight guys be more like gay guys? Gay guys are up front, honest and don't play mind games (sex games - yes, mind games - no!) I know nobody is perfect and if everyone was the same life would be exceptionally boring, but seriously...I really don't think guys understand about relationships whether it is friends, girlfriends, family or anything.

Once a tardy one, always a tardy one!

Yes, yes, yes, I will never learn, 2 years away from 30 and I still can't get myself organised. So the shower was cold this morning, then my disgruntled feet refused to comfortably sit in my preferred boots, therefore meaning I had to change my entire outfit. I know this obviously was not necessary, but to me, and my warped brain the only way to deal with my internal little 3 year old having a tantrum was by changing the outfit! Once that was done, it was the hunt for the house keys, which seem to be a frequent routine of mine once I am past being 10 minutes late for work. Once they were found off I go!

Back at work now, and I can't quite believe it is Wednesday already, this year is flying by as is this week. At it is at a scary pace. I haven't even managed to save a penny yet. Next month is all about saving. I have decided that. I need to sort myself out, I physically can't seem to save! What is up with me?! So I have made a drastic decision, let's see if it works.

Off to play with some sexual health leaflets, god I love my job! hehehe! xxx

The almighty ham and cheese baguette

So I haven't had any lunch because of the silly rain, then Mr Latty comes to my rescue and offers to go out and pick up something for me! He comes back with a beautiful looking ham and cheese baguette, i bite into it salavating at the pure naughtiness of the fresh bread and then 5 mins later after i have indulged in the oh so simple but perfect sandwich, the sickly feeling sets in and I remember once again why I should never eat fresh bread. It is however my weakness and I am never to part with this addiciton. I have given up smoking, drinking, drugs but bread....naahhh can't do it!!

Rain + Grey + No Brolly = My current Problem!!

Why oh why, when I am unorganised and don't have my brolly with me, does it decide to tip it down?!! I need to pop out to get some kind of vittels and I am completely put off by the view from the window in my office. Now in my drawer I do have some chocolate, but typically I don't want something sweet, I would like something savoury. Always the way!

But once again my day has been filled with the excitement of trying to cure the world of sexual infections one publication at a time. So I can't complain can I?! hehehe.

Looking forward to my reflexology session tonight with Milesy,... and then... my left over roast beef, mash, mushy peas and homemade Yorkshires! Woop woop! Can't wait!