Normal blogging resumed.

Right Timbo has spurned me on to stop being such a knob. I shall explain. Yesterday I was having a rare off day but today I am all cheerful again. Yes I do like Joe but its never going to happen so we should just forget about him. OSG, I do like, very much. But I can't tell him because I'm leaving the bloody country in 3 months and I don't want to take any baggage with me. Including man baggage. However that does not mean that I can't have fun whilst I'm here. So for now, OSG will remain OSG. The Ex boyfriend has been made fully aware of our non relationship status. And Joe and I had a brief conversation in which we decided that if we meet up it will be great, but if we don't we will remain in touch because he is travelling to New York in September. So you see, everything is fine. I was just in a bad miserable mood. But I am cheered up now, so normal happy blogging is resumed.
Sorry for all the misery.

Cheerio!

A little moan

Today has been a funny old day. I'm overjoyed about finishing my dissertation and planning a fabulous girlie holiday with my two bestest freunds in the whole wide world. But I just can't seem to shake a feeling of sadness and foreboding about something. I don't know what it is. I feel abit sad. I feel abit trapped. I feel abit left behind by life. I feel let down by some people. I think that's my own fault because I never rely on people in the first place, so by letting myself become reliant I feel shitty. I feel like being a kid again (not the nappy wearing part, just the fun, not paying bills and playing in the garden all day part). I miss some people, but I know that it is probably better I don't speak to them anymore. I have nothing in common with them. Especially the ex boyfriend. Yet we keep talking about getting back together. This makes me sad because I'm not strong enough to tell him its not what I want. I don't want to hurt him or let him down. I'm still pissed off about my date with Joe. Our diaries are clashing so heavily at the minute I think I should just accept that that ship has sailed. Boo Hoo!!! He was hot!!! I am also pissed off that my relationship with OSG has me quaking at the knees. It is no longer Oral Sex. I actually quite like him.


I just fancied a little moan.

Busy Bee

This week I have :

Tiled my parents conservatory floor (and I did it well may I add)
Looked after three kids all under 7
Organised (and attended) my dad's surprise 60th birthday
Finished my dissertation (all I need to do is print it)
Watched High School Musical (and secretly liked it) with my niece
Had my hair cut
Broken the heel on my favourite pair of shoes
Been drunk and hungover (only on three drinks, you need not fear for my liver) three times
Filtered out my phonebook so I only have people I like in there.

All this because I am frustrated. But really productive so all is not lost!!

TP

Acts of God

So my date with JB was re arranged to Monday. Low and behold, half way to my house from Brighton his car breaks down. I think its just not meant to be. Lets sum up what has happened so far. The first time I was meant to meet him last month, his mother went into hospital. The second time was Easter Sunday and he had some sort of family arrangements that couldn't get out of. Last Saturday and I have no denero, then Monday and his car breaks down.This was obviously some kind of divine intervention to stop me from meeting him. I should accept it and move on. But I just can't!!! I really like him, and I think maybe I could just give him one last chance. Am I being stupid?? Should I just accept that's its not meant to be? In my head I'm already planning our wedding, having been on ONE date with this man. I don't know whether its the PMS or his dreaminess and ability to tick all my boxes, but I really like him and want him to touch my face. Now you know when I say touch my face that this is no frivolous fling.

On a less psychotic note I am in Birmingham with my family and loving it, so I shall be blogging it up a little less. Apologies in advance.

Anywho, have a good day everybody!!!

Film Night

I met Best Friend 2 last night for a "film" night. As bf2 and I used to fool around together for about six months, sometimes it is inevitable that after the lights go down, there are a few fumblings. It also doesn't help that bf2 is incredibly good looking, with a cracking personality. So last night, after many back rubs and hugs, we stumbled into bed about 3 in the morning, and the inevitable happened...we went to sleep. I couldn't do it!!! My inner slut decided to have a no show and was off somewhere else having group sex or something. I'm meeting JB tonight and I really like him, I couldn't do saucy stuff with BF2 mere hours away from meeting JB. I would be A BIG FAT DIRTY SLUT. And that is not good. So anyway, I resisted doing stuff with bf2 and was really proud of keeping it in my pants, considering how good looking he is, how much I know he's good in bed, and the great banter.

Onto JB, our date may not be happening. I don't get paid until Sunday because of problems at work, and I just can not go out on a date with no money. It would be disgustingly wrong. And I bought that stupid dress, I wish I could bloody return it. But I took the tag off it. I have a wardrobe full of dresses. So I text him and told him I was cancelling and he is currently trying to persuade me to go ahead. I might ask him if he wants to come round and stay in. In which case I won't even wear that bloody dress, so it was a big fat waste of money. I hate that dress. It is useless and the bane of my existence *shakes fist at dress*.


TP. XX

***Update***

Yes my date with JB is cancelled. I want to cry. A dark cloud has descended over my sex drive. AAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH!!!!

So the panic from yesterday may have been heightened by my pms....a little bit. It turns out the email I was sent just outlined some changes to 1/3 of my job. So I still have a job, its just got some changes to it. So the carbonara, biscuit, repeated ringing was very un neccersary.

I got drunk on two glasses of wine last night. So drunk that I called everybody in my phone book and had various shit and embarrassing conversations. I'm going to throw my phone away. And now I'm really hungover and want to die abit. I think I'm getting old.

I'm going back to brum next week yay!! I'm homesick and need my mum. Also I need to make my mum feel better about me leaving for New York. She is abit worried and thinks I'm going to get really poor when I'm there and become a prostitute (or go on "the game" as she calls it) or something. That's crazy. If I get really poor I'll just go and work at Hooters, its far more dignified...

I bought a new dress for my date with JB. Its demure and girlie and makes me feel fragile. I love it. But I will have some killer undies and hold ups on underneath should some saucy goings on take place. He wanted to stay for the weekend which I didn't really want. I really like him. He ticks all my boxes but I just thought it was too relationshippy. So I did a miraculous thing, and for once said no. I'm quite proud of myself, because generally if somebody asks me for something/to do something I always say yes. I hate letting people down or upsetting them. I hope it doesn't bode too badly for our date on Saturday.

Until next time libertines!!

ThinkPink. xx

carbonara for breakfast

You know its bad when you're eating spaghetti carbonara and biscuits for breakfast. Yes in times of crisis I turn to food. (ssm you are right) SO... My job in New York??? I received an email this morning saying that there is some financial difficulties in the company and it will affect my job. Seen as its about 5 o clock in the morning there I can't get through to anybody, but I am trying in a non givey uppy psychotic kind of way. JB also rearranged to Saturday with me. Which is good news considering my eyes look like they might pop out of my head because of my stressed state of mind. Also the fact that I look abit insane staring at my inbox willing my (hopefully) new boss to e mail me.

I NEED CAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!