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!