You know...

It really is amazing what people will do for a Krispy Kreme....

Yes - myself included.

But I wasn't actually talking about me this time.

xoxox

Going out tonight to my lovely cocktail bar in Covent Garden for a friends birthday. Should be a good night - the carousel is still there anyway so even if I have a crap time at the bar, it'll still be a winner of a night if I get to go on the carousel.

Not going to the other party tomorrow night - I can't be assed and I don't really like the person who is having the birthday so I see no point.

xoxox

It’s a long weekend this weekend - thank you God!

We girls are planing to have a picnic in Hyde Park at some stage (weather permitting)

xoxox

Have you ever noticed that the less work you have to do, the harder it is to motivate yourself to actually do some of it??? That’s what this post is all about - procrastination - I'm supposed to be tying up some loose ends from during the week but I can't be assed and I really don't give a fuck.

I've only had all day to do it….

Terrible I know. Work ethic? What work ethic??

Meh

xoxox

I am feeling quite homesick at the moment but at the same time, I am considering staying here a little longer.

Doesn't that make sense???

xoxox

I am in love with a pair of Ferragamo's at the moment - I'm going to stop looking at the pic I found online of them - maybe then I wont think about them so much.

Yes, I am fully aware of just how sad that is. Shut up.

xoxox

My sex drive seems to have dropped back to maintenence level (ie. I can actually hold a conversation at work lately) ... is this a lull in the storm or is this resignation??

xoxox

Anyway beautiful people, I am off for the weekend - cocktails, black silk dresses & jade green stilletto's await!

As do some cute guys and hopefully my hot Polish bartender.

...

Bah Humbug.

Hahahahaha - Happy Friday !!!!

You Are a Powdered Devil's Food Donut A total sweetheart on the outside, you love to fool people with your innocent image.On the inside you're a little darker, richer, and more complex.You're a hedonist who demands more than one pleasure at a time.Decadent and daring, you test the limits of human indulgence. What Donut Are You? Your Candy Heart Says "Cutie Pie"

You always seem to have a hot date, even though you never try to meet anyone. A total charmer, you have a natural appeal that keeps you in high demand. Your ideal Valentine's Day date: multiple dates with multiple people Your flirting style: 100% natural What turns you off: serious relationship talks Why you're hot: you're totally addicting

What Does Your Candy Heart Say?

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved. You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring. You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please. Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

Hahahaha

I was just speaking to Uncle N - he & Aunt L had been to visit my sister recently and we were talking about the girls and how much they've grown.

Uncle N said that when he was teasing G (and she didn't like it) she gave him the filthiest look and it cracked him up because it is EXACTLY the same as the filthy look I give.

He said something about it to my sister and she agreed - that poor kid - she has my eyes (size, shape, colour, set), my shoe fetish (she's 4 years old and currently has 27 pairs of shoes - all of which fit, its not as if some of them are ones she's grown out of something), she's a girly girl and loves make-up and pretty things, she loves to swim and read. She loves music and memorises songs almost as quickly as I do (and not kiddies songs like 'the big red bus' or some shit either - she's known all the words to Robbie Williams 'Angels' since she was 2 1/2) and she's very very mischevious.

No wonder we get along so well.

SMILE

Because life is beautiful.

A couple of years ago I arranged a day at the races with 2 different groups of friends – my best friend K1 & all her girls and my best friend B, some of our girls & B’s older brother.

K1 picked us up as we were close to the race course and off we went. In the car was K1, myself, B, B’s brother who is also, confusingly a B, so we’ll call him BB and T, one of K1’s best friends.

On the way there, T was saying that she actually thought horse racing was cruel blah blah blah, B & BB were just looking at me going ‘Ermm…’ (Because we were all thinking ‘Well if you think its so fucking cruel then what are you doing going to the races and effectively supporting such cruelty, you twat?’ ) and when she finally stopped, I said “So I guess now isn’t the right time to mention that B & BB’s parents own racehorses then….”

Dead silence.

K1 cracked up and T started apologising, B & BB are both clearly much nicer people then me because they started assuring her that it was OK. Once she’d recovered from the embarrassment and K1 and I had stopped snickering, we all went off and met up with the others.

We all had a lovely day – much drink was taken (and spilt or drunk), many bets were placed (I don’t care what you say, picking them by the name DOES work), some money won, some money lost, flirtations were flirted and there was even some number exchanged…

Fast forward to approx 4 weeks ago and BB & T got married.

Needless to say K1 was one of the bridesmaids. I know its bad form to say it, but she did look more beautiful then the bride - although to be fair, I’ve seen K1 when she’s dying of flu and she still looked beautiful – who the hell else do you know who can do that? B was not a bridesmaid but she also looked breath-taking. T looked lovely (she’s dyed her hair dark & I really think the blonde suited her better but oh well), the dress was tasteful (lets face it – it could have been a disaster), everything looked lovely and the day was wonderful according to all reports.

I have sifted through the pics on the photographers website and am now feeling all homesick again, not to mention very nostalgic.

When BB & T met, B & I had not had the huge argument that has caused a bit of a chasm in our friendship that we are still struggling to fully repair, K1 & I were 2 years younger and a whole lot more innocently certain of where we were going – she was about to finish uni & I had just shifted business area’s and was enjoying my new job & certain that cheating ex would now leave me alone, C had just split from her ex-husband but was finally happy about it and had finally decided that she didn’t want to be with someone who treated her the way he did, A was finally moving on with her life from her broken relationship and her son was happy and healthy, MS & AS were in the final throes of wedding plans, 2 of my friends had not yet been diagnosed with HIV, AL, at the age of 23 was still in remission from breast cancer, SS was still engaged to her now ex fiancée, J & JB were still together and were happy, my sister had just had her second child and I was totally in love with the amazing little person who had just come into the world and my brother and his wife were expecting their first child.

And that’s just what was happening within a couple of weeks either side of that day.

Sometimes, I get so caught up in life that I forget to stop and realise just how many amazing things are happening around me – I forget to savour the experience because there is so much to see and do and places to go and things to organise, work to be done and play to be played as hard as you possibly can – or rather, as hard as I possibly can…

Looking back over the last 2 years I wonder just how much I’ve missed. Things that I didn’t pay enough attention to at the time, words that were spoken without due consideration and moments that have been irretrievably lost not only to time but to memory.

Looking at just some of the differences now – B & I are still trying to find our balance again – the fact that we both want to helps, as neither of us wants to walk away from 15 years of love, friendship and wholehearted support due to a stupid misunderstanding. K1 is teaching now and loving her job but financially is in a precarious position and romantically is in a wilderness of her own confusion. C is in a new relationship that is of course not without its issues but ultimately is what she and her partner wants, C’s ex husband is now happily settled in a new relationship and they share amicable custody of their child who is growing to be a happy, well adjusted and much loved little boy. A is much happier and while I do not believe that she will end up in a relationship anytime soon, she is happy to devote herself to her son for the time being, MS & AS are eagerly awaiting the birth of their first child and of my 2 friends with HIV, one is about to start taking medication, the other is doing well enough that they still don’t need to take anything yet. AL is fighting cancer once again but she is a fighter and she’s determined to win – ‘never say die’ is her motto. Her courage humbles me. SS is here in London with me and happier then I think I have ever seen her. J is still adjusting to life without JB and JB is moving on. My sister is well and her children are growing into beautiful little girls who promise to be as beautiful, smart and as brave as their mother… not to mention just as feisty. My brother and his wife are well and their little girl is growing up to be a true daughter of theirs – smart and very very stubborn!

As for me… I’m still here.

And a whole lot happier then I was.

Hmm

Your Love Life Secrets Are

Looking back on your life, you will have a few true loves. You're a little scarred from your past relationships, but who isn't? You expect a lot from your lover - you want the full package. You tend to be very picky. In fights, you are able to walk away and calm down. You are able to weather the storm. Break-ups can be painful for you, but you never show it. You hold your head high.

Your Love Life Secrets, Revealed

Reason #72 I Love My Chiro...

When I get home, screw friends and family - the first person I want to spend some quality time with is my chiro and the massage therapist who works with him...

I got my very first migraine when I was about 10 – around the age that I started falling off horses regularly, funnily enough (no, I am not a crap rider – in actual fact I’m pretty good but the horse I was riding was a bastard and I am quietly confident that it would make very good glue).

I didn’t get another migraine for a couple of years but I did get bad headaches fairly often. When I was in high school I was up at sickbay for headaches and migraines so often that Matron (a spiteful bitch if ever there was one) told me that I probably had a tumour and I was going to die - then gave me 2 panadol and told me to go back to class…

She was such a lovely woman. I enjoyed every kick and punch I landed on her when she locked me in the sickbay and tried to hold me down to have tetanus shot in grade 11.

But I digress….

It wasn’t until I finished high school that I started getting migraines on a regular basis and I tried everything – shiatsu, massage, physio – towards the end I was so desperate that my abject fear of needles didn’t even prevent me from trying acupuncture – I was just SO desperate to get rid of them.

I was getting migraines every couple of days and if I didn’t have a migraine then I had a headache so bad that I would literally be seeing double. Sometimes I would have migraines that would last for up to 12 days. One day I was at work and literally ready to throw myself off the building I was in so much pain – I’d known it was coming but I simply HAD to go to work that day, I’d had so much time off due to migraines that I simply had to go get some work done.

In the end I went to my boss and told him that I had to go – I couldn’t handle the pain anymore. I called a cab to take me home and while I was waiting one of the women who sat near me told me to go to a chiro – her 9 year old daughter started getting them and they took her to a chiro and she hadn’t had one since.

I logged back in to my computer, went looking for the largest ad I could find on the yellow pages website (reason being I know how much they cost – you don’t pay out that kind of money if you can’t afford it, you can’t afford it if you are not getting repeat business, you don’t get repeat business if you are crap – see, there’s a method to my madness… sometimes….) I called them up and made an appointment and caught a cab straight there.

Thus began 2 of the best hours of my life and a very passionate affair – RC is my chiro and he rocks! Seriously – he’s bloody amazing. DM is the massage therapist who works with him and he’s just as brilliant.

If they treated me any better (and were single), I’d marry them.

My first session with RC was spent putting my entire spine back into place, rotating my rib cage back to where it should be and putting my hips back in. My first session with DM reduced me to tears and left me with bruises because the knots in my back were so huge and so tight that he actually hurt himself trying to loosen them up a bit.

I am now a total convert to chiropractic treatment for the simple reason that if I hadn’t started going to the chiro, I wouldn’t be able to wear high heels anymore (it’s the heels that were causing the migraines to occur with such frequency) When at home, I go to the chiro twice a week and get an hour massage twice a week – it costs a bit but its worth it to know that I can buy these little darlings and wear them in good health and a smile that’s not drug or alcohol induced…



So pretty.

Yay for me

I updated my links again.

I'm so good.

I didn't even fuck it up once.

I even got brave enough to rename 2 of the whatchamacallits.

If I'm not careful I'm going to sprain my wrist patting myself on the back.

I don't put them on in any order - just wherever the cut & paste lands really.

Lets not get too far ahead of ourselves after all....

I can't help feeling I've forgotten some people though. Apologies if you are one of them...

Right Now...

I want to walk into the photocopy room, xerox my ass, fax it to my computer and email it to the whole office with a message saying 'I quit, please kiss this as I walk to the door'

Soooooooooooooooooo tempting.


Must. Fight. Urge.


Screw them all.

But ... but ....

You know, a week or so ago, it was getting warmer - I swear it was and then this week it got a bit colder again - wtf is going on up there ???? Who's in charge??? I demand an explanation!

xoxox

I hate meetings.

That’s a bit of a blanket statement actually so I will just clarify - meetings where people are enthusiastic, pro-active and prepared to solve some problems are cool. I like meetings where issues are dealt with and problems are resolved or are at least 'moving forward' *rolls eyes* to being resolved...

If we can do that while I eat Krispy Kremes or chocolate fudge cake (ooh – or those little mini triple choc muffins!!) then I'm even more enthusiastic if such a thing is possible.

What I hate is when people arrange meetings and then spend the whole time waffling on about crap, where they raise an issue and then make no attempt to discover what caused it or what will fix it or prevent it from happening again. How fucking hard is it to work out a process you morons? And d'you think that maybe, juuuuuuuust maybe, if you worked out a process and then followed it (OMG!!) it might not happen again??

Never gonna happen.

*Sigh* I work with idiots.

xoxox

One of my co-workers pointed out a couple of weeks ago now (I guess) that whenever I eat banana's, I only ever eat 3/4 of it. I never noticed it before but she was right - every morning when I have my banana for breakfast, I eat 3/4's of it and then throw the rest in the bin - even if I am still hungry.

I have been trying not to do this ever since she mentioned it and I can't - I just can't do it.

Enough with the banana jokes already.

Buncha perverts.

xoxox

I was talking to C last night and how bedrooms are sanctuaries (or they should be) and then somehow the topic of sex came up and she pointed out to me that I have only ever allowed one of my ex's into my bed - ever since Psycho Boy, not one of my partners has made it through my bedroom door. When I was living at home, I slept with them in the spare bedroom (on the rare occasions they came back to mine) and when I moved out of home, I only ever went back to theirs. They sometimes got through the front door of mine, but they never ever got to even see my bedroom, let alone try out the bed.

Interesting.

(And yes, I’ve replaced the bed I shared with PB – I didn’t want any reminders at all thanks very much)

Xoxox

I despise being a passenger in a car. Partly because I am so used to driving (and I enjoy it) but also it’s the lack of control thing. I am the worst backseat driver in the world and even if I manage not to actually say anything (which is almost physically painful for me), my ‘tch’s’ of annoyance and sighs of impatience are normally very eloquent.

Xoxox

I am totally in love with a Cacharel dress – as soon as I find a pic of it online I will post it for you, I saw it in a mag and I can’t stop thinking about it.

I’m in love.

Xoxox

Someone just gave me a Tim Tam.

I know it’s un-Australian but I just don’t like them.

I will take your arm off for a packet of Arnotts Mint Slice (or when they were doing the strawberry ones I would have killed you for them!!! They were soooooooo good) but I just can’t get into Tim Tams.

My sister and father love that – it means more for them.

Xoxox

Now that its not too long until I come home, I can start eating all the Aussie food that I had my sister send over to me (I was rationing it before so I wouldn’t run out – as you do).

Last night I had Cheezels, Fruit Tingles (the lollies, not the drink) and a White Knight peppermint bar.

I still have just enough red cordial left to make one more drink before I come home – I’m saving that for a special occasion.

Yes, I know that’s sad.

Shuddup.

Xoxox

I am planning a quiet weekend this weekend – just me and my books on the Borgia’s

And of course my Cheezels, Redskins, Cherry Ripes et al.

I hope you all have a great weekend too.

Hugs

Ha - memories... I love them....

Reading Stephs post and her friends response to the guy who didn’t like being rejected reminded me of a time I was out with friends of mine and really really wished for a snappy comeback *sigh * If I’d had a couple of drinks less my smart mouth might not have let me down but .. well…

My best friends A, B, C and I were all out for a big night. (That was accidental, I swear, I didn’t mean to name then like that – they just all have those letters as their first initials).

Whilst at dinner A was checking out the table of men near us and decided to send them a round of drinks. They of course responded in kind and before long they’d spoken to the staff and the two tables had been joined together and the party was on.

We left the restaurant and headed to a bar where a great deal more alcohol was consumed, someone suggested pool and seeing as A, B, C & I are pool sharks (but only when we play together against other people – get us on our own or playing against each other and we are crap – go figure) we joined in. C went home early (she always does) with B who had had a little too much to drink to want to stay out but at the end of the night it was A & myself and one guy who had been remarkably persistent all night – god knows why, I had made it clear I had no interest.

Anyway, at the end of the night he asks if I want to come back to his hotel room, I very politely said ‘thanks but no thanks’ and he persisted… so I said no again – a little more firmly… and he persisted ….finally he pushed me far enough that I simply said “I don’t believe I casual sex, I’m not looking for a relationship and I have enough friends”
He looked at me and said ‘Well what am I here for then?”
“I don’t know – what are you here for?” I replied flatly as I turned to walk off.
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me back round to face him and just as i was about to explode he said something that still inspires me with wonder.....

“Do you know who I am???”

I looked at him blankly and just said ‘What????”
“Do you know who I am?? Do you know who you’re talking to??? I’m the lead singer of XXXXX” (Sorry people, I ain’t naming this one)
I just stared at him in blank amazement and finally said “Right… well…. That’s really nice for you… but the answers still no”

For the record – yes, I did know who he was & I still didn’t care. It so wasn’t going to happen.

The best bit of the night though, came when he then immediately went over to my friend A and invited her back to his hotel room with the immortal line “I liked your friend because she had a low cut top on, but I like you for your personality”


Anyone care to guess who he went home with?

Anyone care to guess how much we all laughed over breakfast the next day?


Stupid men.

Uh oh

You know some days you just want to go out after work and get completely fucking off your trolley??

Today is one of those days.

I have money to burn and I want to get ratassed.

All I need to do is find someone who wants to do that with me.......

Conversation # 2

A few weeks ago, out at a party, LH met a guy…. and what a guy – he was hot, he was smart, he was funny and I am reliably informed that between the two of them they were generating enough electricity to power half of London at least.

The only problem was that LH has a boyfriend.

She was upfront with this guy and told him that she had a boyfriend but since then she hasn’t been able to stop thinking about him.

Now, don’t get me wrong – her bf is ok – he’s ‘nice’ but he’s a genius at emotional manipulation – so really, he’s not that nice…. They've been together for about 4 years - they just sort of drifted into it when she was at uni. She broke up with him a few months back and he guilted her into going away with him for a week before he went to India for work and then spent the week expertly manoeuvring her into a position where she would take him back (yes – there was lots of great sex involved too but there was also a WHOLE lot of guilt tripping going on).

She is totally fucking miserable in this relationship. She’s always so sad and it’s driving MH & I nuts. So on Monday she came with MH & I into town and while we were at dinner (a Chinese rest in Soho which was the BEST I have ever been to) and while we were having dessert at Haagen Daz, we were talking about her relationship and why she hasn’t ended it with him.

One particular part of the conversation went like this...

Me: Ok, so why don’t you want to break up with him then – and don’t fob me off with bullshit excuses – I want real reasons.
LH: Our relationship is working so well right now
Me: (looking at her incredulously)You just admitted you are miserable and you want to break up with him but your relationship is working really well right now?? How, pray tell, is it working so well?
LH: Because he’s in India

I don’t know what the look on my face was when she said that but it was enough to ensure that MH spat coke out all over the waitress who was walking past – she was laughing so hard that she couldn’t even apologise but LH and I never lost eye contact…

Me: I’m sorry, I just hallucinated – what did you say???
LH: (mumbling) It’s working because he’s in India
Me: Your relationship. Is working. Because. He’s. On. Another. Continent. .... Is that right?
LH: (still mumbling) Yes
Me: Your relationship is working because he’s on another continent….

I then said it about 4 or 5 times at different speeds and placing emphasis on different words.

MH had tears of laughter pouring down her face by this stage but she had managed to apologise to the waitress.


Me: Nope, sorry, whichever way I say it – it’s still stupid. Do you hear how fucking insane it is?? Do you hear me say that out loud and think ‘Yes, I’m a fucking idiot and that is a bullshit excuse?’

(Shuddup – I’m an expert at bullshit excuses so I’m allowed to call other people on them – particularly when there’s someone reading this at the moment who’s making a habit of calling me on mine) (You know who you are!!)

Me: So what are you planning to do?? Spend the rest of your lives on different continents?? That’ll be possible for the wedding - you can say 'I do' via phone I suppose but what are you going to do about having kids??? Express post ????
LH: (laughing) I don’t know!!!! .... *sigh * .... It’s just so hard!!!!!
Me: Well it certainly fucking will be – I don’t think his sperm is going to be of any use to you by the time it gets to England from India if you use express post… he’ll have to freeze it and then they can defrost it at this end when you go the turkey baster.

MH snorted coke out through her nose that time – that girl has got to learn to stop trying to drink when I’m talking but it was actually far less messy I guess. LH nearly choked on her Belgian waffle.

Me: You do realise that for most people, being in different countries is actually the hard part right?? That’s what will actually break a relationship unless you are both working towards the common goal of actually being together physically? And here you are saying that it’s that which is making your relationship bearable at the moment ??? What the fuck is wrong with you? Say it for me again and then think about it
LH: My relationship is working at the moment because we are on different continents….. yeah…. Ok….. you’re right….Can you break up with him for me???
Me: ??????????????


MH started laughing again.....


What am I going to do with this girl?????????????????

And when am I going to remember to carry a mirror so I can see why people keep laughing at my facial expressions??

Greeeeeaaaat......

You Are 20% Abnormal

You are at low risk for being a psychopath. It is unlikely that you have no soul. You are at medium risk for having a borderline personality. It is somewhat likely that you are a chaotic mess. You are at low risk for having a narcissistic personality. It is unlikely that you are in love with your own reflection. You are at low risk for having a social phobia. It is unlikely that you feel most comfortable in your mom's basement. You are at low risk for obsessive compulsive disorder. It is unlikely that you are addicted to hand sanitizer.

How Abnormal Are You?

Conversations - #1

A couple of interesting / amusing ones over the weekend - here's one of them....

AO is a friend of mine back home – he’s gay, he’s a smart ass, he’s funny as hell and he’s also pretty hot. On Sat I got a call from him while he was off his face – if he’d called 30 seconds earlier it could have been very inconvenient but his timing was perfect.

So as I was lying in bed catching my breath, we had the following conversation..

AO: Have you got a man yet?
Me: Nup
AO: What?? What is this??? Do you know, I was talking to my friend X – you’ve met X right?
Me: Yes, ages ago.
AO: She’s hot, right?
Me: Hell yes.
AO: Well she’s over there in London too and she hasn’t got a man either – and unlike you, she’s actually trying – and I was saying to her – what is this?? Why are all the ugly people that we went to school with settled and married with kids and stuff and we – the beautiful ones – aren’t ?? And then there’s you so that just reinforces my theory – WHATS GOING ON ?????? Do I have to be ugly to get a guy?

He paused for a moment for me to respond but I was too busy laughing

AO: Nah – even for the sake of having a partner, I still wouldn’t want to be fat or ugly or something.
Me: (Still laughing) Maybe its because ugly people grab the first thing that comes along because they think they can’t do better…. Does that work for you?
AO: … (thinks about it for a minute) …. Yes. Actually, that does work for me. I think that I would rather be single and hot then an ugly fatty boomba with a man knowing I can’t do any better. Thank you – I’m feeling much better now – here’s JO.

And handed the phone on before I could say another word….

That boy cracks me up – he’s so easy sometimes – stroke the ego and all is well in his world…..

I’m sure they do it just to hurt me…

If there is one thing I hate, its cover versions. Some songs should never be touched – The Doors, Janis, U2, the Eagles, the Rolling Stones, ‘Angels’ by Robbie Williams (although Jessica Simpson killed that for me – actually, she’s destroyed a couple), George Benson, Dusty Springfield, Sinatra, Nancy Sinatra and a few others have all produced songs that are quite simply perfect and how can you improve on perfection???

Why would you even try, knowing that you were doomed to fail and fail quite spectacularly?? Go find your own song you fuckwits.


Britney Spears ‘I love Rock & Roll’ was only forgiven by me because a) I feel sorry for her and b) my lesbian friend JJ would kick my ass if I hated on Britney (to give you an idea of how much JJ loves Britney, she was once at a party with Moby and she was begging him to play Britney… when he finally realised she was serious, he then spent a few hours going through all different music with her and trying to educate her… it didn’t work. Poor guy had to go have a lot more drugs to recover from the trauma)

Destiny’s Child ‘Emotions’ made me want to throw the radio out the window every time I heard it and I only forgave them because Beyonce is so hot.

I still bear a grudge though.


However, it has come to my attention that 2 crimes against music have recently been committed….

First, I would like to direct your attention to exhibit A –

Mary J has covered U2’s ‘One’.

The first time I heard this, I was transfixed with horror. Every time since then, I have had to change the station. Now, I happen to like Mary J… well… I have nothing against her anyway – she’s had some good songs and she’s proved that she doesn’t need to go digging through someone else’s back catalogue to have a hit.

If you’re going to cover anyone then U2 are certainly going to be somewhere near the top of your list (I’m a U2 fan, I’m biased and I can live with it) but WHY, oh god WHY would you choose to cover ‘One’ ??? There are some songs that simply should not be tampered with and that is most definitely ‘one’ of them (sorry – it’s no joking matter but I couldn’t resist) …. Mary J is now worthy only of death so far as I’m concerned just make sure you bury her deep so she doesn’t pollute anything else.

Exhibit B is one that I can barely bring myself to type without throwing myself on the floor and beating the carpet with my fists in fury whilst howling with despair ….

Please allow me a moment to compose myself….

(Breath in…. breathe out…..)

Right…

Some wench – I neither know nor care to know her name – has covered Janis Joplin’s ‘Take Another Little Piece Of My Heart’.

‘Take Another Little Piece Of My Heart’ just happens to be one of my most loved songs of all time.

There are a lot of songs that I ‘love’ but this one…. This holds a special place in my heart which means that so far as I’m concerned, this can only be described as an attack on music itself.

There is no punishment great enough to inflict on someone who is bold enough, brazen enough, to commit this sacrilege…. Once upon a time excommunication was the ultimate punishment – we need a new one….

In the meantime, I suggest we hang draw and quarter her, making sure to give her plenty of time to ponder the nature and severity of her crime.

I want her to suffer as much as I do every time I hear her ‘sing’ this song.

Weekend - In Brief

Breakdown of time spent -

Sleeping – 40%
Eating – 12.5%
Shopping – 7.5%
Masturbating – 40%

Purchases –

Shoes -

1 pair black ballet flats with ribbons that tie around the ankles (yes, I know – a complete departure for me and I don’t know a single man that actually likes them or thinks they look good but they are so cute and good for days when I can’t be fucked)

1 pair jade satin stilettos with bows at the back – I’ll get MH to take a pic of them for me and email it to me so I can post it. Very cute.

Vibe

Lipgloss x 2 (Dior)

Ring & Earrings

White linen wide leg pants.


So as you can no doubt tell, I had a great weekend.

I love my new vibe so much I may need my friends to stage a ‘Sex In The City’ style intervention.

Feeling distinctly perky today…. I wonder why that is?

Hmm

Some of you may remember that a while ago I put a DIY ban in place in the hopes that I could starve my sex drive into submission. It didn't last very long and was spectacularly unsuccessful even if I do say so myself.

I also have to say that the last 3 days in particular, I have been in a far worse state then I was when I put that ban in place. Right now, I spend so much time going to the ladies to get off, that they are going to start wondering if I am incontinent.

I was supposed to be going out on Fri night and taking some pills etc and I've decided not to for the simple reason that if I do, that’s going to make it SO much worse that I probably WILL end up shagging some random.

I'm fucking dying here and I'm seriously not happy about.

Permanent sexual frustration is a bitch.

Permanent rampant sexual frustration is even more of a bitch.

Hot Tip For The Menfolk

Sooooo… last night drinks with the guy who seemed normal.

Now, I am going to say, right at the outset, that if I make any jokes in here, they are going to be in poor taste (there is no other taste they could possibly be in) and I really, REALLY don't think that it’s a funny situation but it was very high in the WTF??? Stakes and my instinctive reaction in circumstances like those is to joke so please do not hold it against me or tell me I am a bad person... I probably am but that doesn't mean I want to hear it.

You may continue…

So, after an afternoon spent in torment I finally finished work - well, when I say I finished work, I mean it went 5pm and I could justifiably leave hell without anyone asking questions - much of a muchness really… Anyway, I went & touched up my makeup, reapplied scent and wandered back to my desk to shut down my computer. He rocked up to my desk at 5.25pm (we had agreed 5.30pm so he gets points for the 5 mins early thing) and off we went.

Conversation to the bar was easy, we got there, ordered our first drink (yes, of course he paid) and conversation flowed quite nicely through that drink and the second one and even the third one (I was so good - I even alternated & made sure to have something non-alcoholic for my 2nd drink). We then started discussing dinner options/preferences. So far this is so boring its mind-numbing - I'm sorry about that but thank you for still sticking with me - even if it is only because you all have a sneaking suspicion its about to come unstuck and really, that suspicion shouldn't be sneaking - it should have blaring sirens, neon lights and some of those funny clown shoes (just 'cause I like them) ….. and a red nose that honks when you squeeze it (because I say so).

Now here is where I have a question for the ladies - what, exactly, do you say to a guy who, over drinks, suddenly blurts out that you look EXACTLY like his fiancée?

But wait - it gets better...

While you are pondering a possible response to that little pearler that wouldn't get you hauled before a judge, imagine he continues with the clarification that his fiancée is actually dead - she dropped dead about a year ago for no reason whatsoever - they did the autopsy and nada - no medical reason why she should have died - he came home from work, saw her lying in the bed, thought she was sleeping and so cooked dinner - it wasn't until he went to wake her that he discovered that she was.. Uh… no longer with us…

Now, this is a terrible situation, I really felt for him and I mean that in all honesty - I really really felt for this guy, but for fucks sake - I didn't know her, I barely knew him - besides from 'Oh my god, I'm so sorry to hear that' what can you really do (besides from make a mental note to double check that you weren't one of a pair of twins and adopted) or say???

Especially when he then reiterates how I not only LOOK like her, I walk like her, talk like her, laugh like her, like the same foods as her (anything except sand, mud and tofu I presume), dress like her….Is it just me, or does that make it TOTALLY fucking weird-crazy-let-me-the-fuck-outta-here that he's asked me out to drinks & dinner??????

And is this really a conversational topic that he should then pursue for THE REST OF THE EVENING??????????

I was tempted to make a comment about how right now, I probably smell better then her but that would be crass.

Possibly even a little heartless??

Hands up who wants to know what uncomfortable feels like?? Because if you do, just ask me - I can give you a detailed description right now.

I finally managed to escape - not as easy to do as it sounds when a housemate has already called earlier in the evening and been informed that plans for the night have already been made with Mr I'm-trying-to-replace-my-dead-fiancée (not that I knew that then of course) … Can you believe he asked me for my number and if we could go out again? If my face didn't clearly say 'Buddy -you haven't got a hope in hell' then I am a better actress then I thought. I was nice.. I think I was nice…I tried to be anyway, but there was no way I was giving in on this one.

I was so traumatised when I got home I had to go call my sister. When she finally stopped laughing, she had a panic attack thinking that he's going to kidnap me and keep me in his cellar for the rest of my life so I can't leave him. *Sigh* I don't think he's that nuts, he just has some issues.

What the hell is it with me and guys?

So that’s my hot tip for the menfolk - got a girl who you want to weird out (just because you can) ?? Try this one at home… I dare you.

Hmmm

I got asked out for a drink tonight by a guy I work with... how interesting....

He seems normal (which makes a nice change to the lunatics and assholes who I normally seem to end up attracting) but no counting of chickens before they are hatched. He probably wears trainers with jeans or something.

I'll tell you about it tomorrow.

I swear this isn't really a p0rn site.

Ok, I am going to post this but by posting this, I have just totally removed the possibility of my ever meeting any of you face to face – unless you all solemnly swear to forget all about this post after we’ve discussed it.

Do you swear??

Because if not then stop reading now.


I mean it !


Promise???



You’re lying aren’t you?

*Sigh *

Ok, here goes anyway (you lying bastards) –


I’m blogging about this because in conversation with a friend they said “99% of guys have never met a woman who will let them cum all over them...and the 1% that have work in Porn“

So am I the only weirdo out there who loves the feeling of cum on my body – anywhere on my body – be it my face (except my eyes, please avoid my eyes, that just hurts, thanks), my hair, my breasts, my stomach or mixing with my own and running down my thighs ??

And if so, where the hell did this come from?

Erm….Poor choice of words there perhaps.

Is it because I hate condoms (more then most women I know) so I’m a bit more used to it? Is it just (as my friends are firmly convinced) that I really am a weirdo who should have gone into porn? (Not ever going to happen – I am very very selective as to who I let in my bed – I would happily stake quite a bit of cash and my virtue on the fact that I have slept with less people then 99% of you reading this - plus the thought of having sex for money and or some total stranger beating off over a video – oops, sorry – DVD - of me having sex creeps me out). What is it ?

Before you all write me off as a cum puppet (I cannot remember who gave us that delightful phrase but it has a ‘Steph’ kind of ring to it and it fits with our theme), I would like to clarify a couple of things –

1. I do not sleep with randoms therefore, we’re talking about this in the context of a relationship with someone you love.

2. Cum in my face the very first time I sleep with you and I would be very unhappy – sure, generally speaking I’m ok with it, but YOU probably don’t know that and that’s just rude. ‘Manners don’t cost you anything to carry round’ as my mum used to say…

Now, the ‘in the face’ thing aside (which I do get off on), I have to admit that I totally get off on a guy cumming on my body – on my breasts, on my stomach – one of my ex’s and I (Cheating ex, if it matters) used to have sex, he’d come on my breasts and we’d lie there and talk until it dried then get dressed and go out to dinner – a huge turn on for both of us as it happens and yet something that was regarded as being in questionable taste by a friend who I mentioned that to yesterday. Once again – in the context of a monogamous relationship (well – it was at the time, this was before he met the scrag) I don’t see whats wrong with it – it’s not really so different to the guy who shags a chick and then doesn’t shower so he’ll be able to smell her for the rest of the day/night/whatever – and no one really raises an eyebrow at that pastime but for a woman to admit to it is somehow a shocking thing – ‘sluttish‘ was the word used I believe – although it was clarified as ‘sluttish in a good way’ (who knew that was possible??) which they then followed up with ‘I would love my gf to do that’…. Fair ‘nuff…. It’s the Angel / Whore thing ….

I love the smell of it - nothing else in the world smells like ‘sex’ and nothing makes me dizzy faster –except perhaps that ride they have at the Ekka that I once made the mistake of going on when I was coked to the eyeballs and coming in really hard from a pill I’d dropped about half an hour before hand – but that’s a story for another day.

I get off watching my partner cum and seeing the satisfaction on their face as they cum on me - and they always are – even the most conservative guy will get off on it – particularly if they know that I’m getting off on them getting off (whew – don’t try to make sense of that when you’re drunk). The look on their faces and in their eyes is….. intense….. that exact look of primal satisfaction is very hard to define with any other word or words and it’s a different look to the one that you’ll see at other times (eg. When they’ve turned you on or made you cum). Trust me on this.

Knowing that I’m getting off on it, knowing that I don’t want to wash ‘them’ off me and my awareness of how much they love it is a cycle – you both feed off the others arousal at it, which just kicks it higher.

BUT – why do I seem to be the only woman I know who gets off on it – and I got off on it long before I realised just what a turn on it was for my partners… I’m not Robinson Caruso here am I ??? Really??? ? Or am I just the only one prepared to admit it?

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Disclaimer - Now I should probably mention that not ALL English girls are like this - just a lot of them... or a lot of the ones that I saw walking round Leicester Square on Sat night were anyway.... And this is really the result of an almost-run-in with a bottle blonde on Sat night whose head I really wanted to rip off but I didn't feel like making a scene in public and I was out to have a good time, not perform a community service - so instead, I'm spewing bile in my little corner of the blog world.

It’s clearly time for me to come home.

Ouch

Well, being a glutton for punishment I went out for Frenchie’s birthday on Sat night.

I now wish I was dead. Not quite as much as I did yesterday, but still actively wishing for death. Let’s start at the very beginning… a very good place to start… when you read you begin with – oh… sorry… my bad….

So Sat morning I woke up feeling pretty damn fine and decided that I was going to go out with everyone that night. Headed into Oxford St and bought myself some new black ¾ pants (you can never have too many plus these ones don’t make me look shorter – just the opposite actually) and spent the rest of the day at the salon.

The other week I was supposed to get a fair bit of my hair chopped off but I chickened out at the last moment so this week I got it done – my hair is no longer red (it’s black) and I had 8 inches chopped off the bottom. I should have taken more off but will leave it a couple of weeks until I have gotten over the trauma of seeing all that hair lying on the floor (insert mental picture of me weeping copiously here). I was also waxed, hot stone massaged etc.

I also have to say, I fucking love hot stone massages – they are the shit. If you have never had one, drag your ass into a spa sometime and get one – you will thank me for it.

Sorry – back on topic now…

Got home, did my makeup and was ready to leave at 7pm as planned and extensively discussed.

LH had not even had a shower.

Now at this point I would like to make an apology to every single person that I have ever been late for – my boss, whose 2 farewell parties (I decided that one just wasn’t enough) I was over 2 hours late for each time (and I organised the damn things), my best friend C who is a time Nazi of old, my sister, who has learnt that when I say I will be at her place at ‘lunchtime’ that actually means that I will be there at about 3pm, previous bosses who learnt that giving me a start time anytime before 9am (esp. on a weekend) is not ‘optimistic’ - its just plain ‘stupid’ (so I’m not a morning person – so sue me)… I owe all of those people and many more a tremendous apology which I have forwarded to them via my latest weekly email (novel) home - because since coming over here, I have become the Naziest time-Nazi you ever did see.

I think my head nearly exploded waiting for her. The only reason it didn’t was I started making cocktails for everyone because at least if I am busy then I’m not sitting there thinking about how long she’s taking. She finally came down the stairs and announced that she was ready… She did look great though – I have to give her that.

Off to my most loved cocktail bar in Covent Garden (with the hot Polish bartender, who was on that night) (not to be confused with the hot Russian one who does the largest free pours known to mankind), then from there we headed to Leicester Square and a club there.

I didn’t actually drink much all night – 4 drinks in all including the drink I had at home and yet I was feeling violently ill by the time we left. I’m a bit baffled about that actually – the drink I made at home wasn’t strong, I ate (when do I not) a shit load of food, I had one drink at the cocktail bar (I was too busy talking to drink) and I had 2 drinks at the club (I was too busy dancing to drink) and yet by 2.30am I was barely able to walk and wanted to throw up. I don’t know what the hell that was about – I really must be getting old. K2 had to help me put my coat on when we left because I sure as hell couldn’t manage it by myself. I fell asleep in the cab on the way home and I barely managed to take my makeup off (I couldn’t even shower - ARGH) before my eyes closed and I passed out

It was very unfortunate that they opened again a few hours later – at 6am to be precise.

God that hurt.

I managed to put on my sleeping/eye mask thingy and tried to go back to sleep but I was so thirsty and even though I keep a large bottle of water next to my bed, I actually couldn’t lift my head off the pillow to drink from it (or my arm to reach for it, truth be told).

I finally fell asleep again and woke up at about 10 when I managed to swallow 4 Nurofen Plus and a litre of water then back to sleep.

At 11.30 I texted MH to ask if she was awake and wanting breakfast – I texted because there was no way I was getting out of bed and walking to her room to ask her just in case she didn’t – I was staying horizontal as long as possible damnit.

Thankfully she thought that was a great idea – via texts we decided that we’d give it another hour or so though before we got up and had showers etc.

I also discovered that I had almost no voice – and what I did have was very hoarse and the pitch changed mid word without any way of controlling it – needless to say, I didn’t talk much on Sat.

We headed into Bond St and had breakfast at Carluccio’s – you know how sometimes, you desperately need food, but when you put the food in your mouth, your body utterly rejects the idea?? That’s pretty much where I was at. I managed to eat breakfast but felt close to passing out the whole time and gagged at every mouthful. Afterwards I just wanted to throw up.

After the food settled a little we headed to Selfridges and had a wander round. After seeing how I did my makeup the night before, MH decided that she wanted to learn how to wear makeup (she normally doesn’t wear any at all) so that was fun. Had afternoon tea there (immediately after eating I felt violently ill again) then home.

Skipped dinner last night and had a candle-lit soak in the bathtub.

Bed by 10pm

Today I am feeling very average and I still have very little voice. More then yesterday, but that’s not really saying much.

Detox starts now. Date for Tues night has been postponed.

Friday Roundup

OH BOY OH BOY OH BOY - I can't wait till X3 comes out - I just saw some pics online and I am doing a little jig in anticipation!


Someone made me laugh as I was going to have a drink of coke - that really hurts but it did solve my sinus problems. I wish I had done that yesterday now.

That's not very ladylike is it ????


It was Frenchies birthday yesterday and I was so ill I couldn't even drink. I managed half a piece of cake but that was it.

Proof I am ill - I just got offered a Krispy Kreme and my nose didn't so much as twitch when they wafted it under my nose.


Supposed to be going out for Frenchies b'day on Sat but am thinking I might give it a miss. I have spent so much money while the girls are here and I am ill so it would probably be better if I did but.. I really want to go!

It’s a matter of priorities - if I stay home & rest up, I may be feeling better by Tues night, if I go out, I will just make it worse & then I'll have to cancel.


I put on 5kgs while the girls were here (mainly from all the booze I think) so its back to the liver cleansing for me… sigh ….


11 Weeks today and I'll be heading back to Oz…… not that I am counting.

Much.


My friend C (AKA my big little brother) emailed to say he is planning to ask his gf to marry him - he started dating her 3 days after I left the country so I have never met her - I rather hope we get along as well as he thinks we will…. Very exciting stuff.


Talking to another blogger and upon exchanging first names, they said that they thought I would have a more flirty first name… I dunno what a 'flirty' first name is but now I want one!!! Any suggestions for 'flirty' first names gratefully accepted…..

Sick again

I have another cold - this time I got it by running round Covent garden half naked on Tues night with the girls before they headed home.

I have a bottle of coke on my desk at the moment and I am seriously considering snorting some of it just to clean my sinuses out.

I've had 3 times the max dosage for the strongest sudafed I could get my hands on so I'm a bit skitish at the moment.

Anyway - brief update on tuesday night - out with N, T & D to Covent Garden, dinner at a Spanish place then on to a cocktail bar that I love and proceeded to get very drunk.

The bar tender fell in love with us - we fell in love with his free pours.

D had to leave early to go pick up his father from the airport, N, T & I stayed on.

The crap part of the evening came when Bastard/Cheating/Cunting ex called me again - he gets a post all of his own coming to you soon - I cant be bothered right now though.

The MOST exciting thing about the night was that the carousel is back in Covent Garden!!!!!!!!

I LOVE that carousel and was bereft when they took it away so when I looked up the piazza and saw it glowing softly golden in the distance, I stopped, rubbed my eyes and did a little tap dance of sheer joy then grabbed the girls by the wrist & dragged them post-haste towards it.

They were actually bent over almost double I was dragging them along behind me so quickly. Hehe

I don't think I've ever moved so fast in all my life - no, not even when new stock arrived at my fave shoe shop - admittedly because the girls know me and put away shoes in my size that they think I'll like so there's no chance I'll miss out on them, but whatever....

I then insisted that we all go on the carousel so they could see how much fun it was. They were marginally soothed by the fact that everyone else on it was an adult too (ok, except maybe me)and then once it started they all admitted that it was quite fun.

We froze our asses off but it was so worth it.

I went on it twice.

So my inner child isn't terribly repressed - what of it ??

:-(

The girls leave today.

I miss them already.

I’m sad.

Ummm... yeah ..... well....

Too many new ideas/thoughts/whatever swirling round my brain to attempt a 'real' post today.

I need to regain my equilibrium & sense of perspective before I try anything too hard - like thinking.

See you in a day or so.

My other car is a death star

Do you know (or would you care to guess) how much I love Star Wars??

I cracked up when I saw this....

I was nearly on the floor laughing.

Weekend

So……

Fri night got to Swindon at about 10, headed back to AL & C's and started drinking.

Not too sure what time we went to bed.

Sat morning up at 9.30 and feeling pretty average - moderately awful if we are going to be totally honest.

Cooked a big breakfast and off we went.

First stop was Avebury – I have been there before with AL & C but N & T (obviously) have never seen it.

Its rather impressive. We made sure to stop by the witches trees again (there is a stand of 3 trees on top of the earth works that the local witches use in their 'ceremonies' and there's always shit hanging off them and flowers at the base etc).

As we were walking away from the tree, we each put our left hand on it to steady ourselves, except for T who tripped over an exposed tree root and grabbed it with both hands to stop herself from falling over.

What was weird was that we had all had fucking cold hands up until that point and after touching the tree, our left hands were warm – except for T who suddenly had 2 warm hands.

How odd.

And it wasn’t until about 5 mins later when N saw me looking at my left hand a little perplexed as to why it was suddenly so warm and I noticed AL doing the same thing that it was mentioned and noted – so it wasn’t as if we all discussed it and convinced ourselves and each other that we had one warm hand when we didn’t really.

Anyway, after that we headed off to Stone Henge. Again, I had seen it before but I still found it awesome. I really wish I could put into words my response to it but I'll have to settle instead for a pathetic 'it's awe-inspiring'.

We also had lunch and part of that was (I have to say) the BEST fucking scone with jam & clotted cream I have ever had in my life.

Sorry- with me its always about the food isn't it ??? *Sigh* Me and my 3 track mind.

Back in the car and on to Bath.

Now Bath would have to be one of my favourite cities. Don't ask me why I am living in miserable fucking London when a city as beautiful as Bath is so readily available. I find it thoroughly enchanting and after another visit to the Roman Baths and a whip through Bath abbey before it closed, we were back in the car and off back to Swindon.

We had just enough time to all have showers & get dressed before C got home from work at 9pm and then off to dinner.

That would have to be one of the funniest fucking dinners I have ever had.

After demolishing the hugest eye fillet known to mankind and drinking some red wine / vinegar, C issued me with a physical challenge that I just couldn't refuse – not that I have ever been able to refuse physical challenges anyway, but you know what I mean.

He challenged me to a dessert eating contest.

My first clue as to what he was up to came when I ordered the particular dessert he had specified and the woman asked me how many spoons I wanted with it.

Hmmm….

It was 6 scoops of chocolate ice-cream, 2 scoops of vanilla, choc fudge layered through it with white chocolate buds, choc fudge balls, small pieces of flake, whipped cream & more white choc buds with home made caramel sauce.

All this on top of a brownie.

There's nothing I like more then a challenge but even I was wondering if I had bitten off more then I could chew here…. So to speak….

In the end, I didn't finish it – nearly made it but I decided it was far more important to be able to keep drinking then to eat ice-cream (its all a matter of priorities people!!) admittedly by that stage it was only the vanilla that was left so that made it an easier decision to make.

I did however, kick C's ass – he left twice as much as me so he now has to perform a physical challenge / punishment of my choice.

I'm thinking of making him come shopping with his wife and I and making him carry all our bags & he's not allowed to complain at how much we spend.

Trust me – that's evil.

He'll be in physical pain with that one.

Another late night of drinking. Those bastards know how I feel about scary movies (or any movie that involves suspense/murder etc) and tried to make me watch 'Wrong Turn' – just because they are evil bitches.

2 deaths and 2 mins into the movie, I had to leave the room.

I spent the rest of the movie hiding out and flinching every time I could hear something gruesome.

No idea what time we got to bed.

My parents are away on holidays at the moment so a very quick call to them to say hi on Sun am and then downstairs to cook breakfast and then we were supposed to head off to see a castle.

In the end we didn’t make it – N is a bit sick and we were all so fucked that we decided not to bother – just sat around the house and watched tv and talked – until they decided to watch Wolf Creek so I left the room and went & read a bit more of my book.

We also watched ‘Without A Paddle’ and I laughed myself stupid the entire way through it.

Headed home, I cooked dinner, we watched a bit of tv and then I crashed out.

T is going to do some art galleries today and N is staying at home to rest up (N isn’t into art) so tonight we may be staying in as I don’t think it’s a good idea for N to go out too much while she’s sick & tomorrow night we have a night out planned with D.

I just want to be at home, in bed, sleeping. Having said that however, I am in a fucking great mood and am feeling distinctly perky.

I feel terrible for saying it but I am looking forward to them leaving – to be able to go home at night, cook my dinner and go to my room and read a book or listen to music rather then feeling that I have to stay in the living room and talk, to be able to walk into the living room without tripping over bags, doonas etc, to be able to open the fridge and look at my shelf and only have food there that I want to eat, to be able to go to bed early and get a good nights sleep… I need sleep more then anything right now.

Yes – even more then sex.

That’s when you know it’s bad.