Saturday 31 May 2008

And If The Shoe Doesn't Fit...

Dear Anyone,

This is probably going to sound a bit strange, especially to those who read this and know me, but sometimes I feel as though I don’t fit in with my friends. I don’t really know why, and it’s weird. There are six of us in my immediate group of friends. Three of them are in long-term, stable relationships, and the other two aren’t, but they are deeply into fashion. Actually I’d say that the other three are also quite into fashion. I don’t fall into either of those categories. If you’ve been reading this blog then I think it’s evident that I have no man, and when it comes to fashion - designer brands bore me, probably because I can’t afford them, and they don’t really cater for me.

I think I realised it this evening when we had a girls night outing to watch the ‘Sex & the City’ movie. I thought it was good, but slightly depressing, and not as ‘wow’ as the rest of the girls found it. I felt like it catered to everyone else I was with, because they can probably relate to it better than me, since they have men who blatantly love them, and have all experienced love. I can’t say the same for myself. And for the ones who aren’t currently in love, they ‘love love’ so are constantly coo-ing over couples and romance. I find it hard, because I wish it was me. But I digress.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends to bits! I’m so glad they’re my friends, but sometimes I feel like such a ‘nobody’ when I’m with them. I can’t find a way to explain it. Like I’m so underdeveloped and immature, and yet I’m the oldest of the group!


So basically it’s not a problem with them, it’s a problem with me. I’m not looking for advice from you or anything, because I know it’s up to me to find out what will make me happy. Maybe I should ask Muscle what makes him so chipper all day long. Honestly – he’s like a walking Disney rep!

Friday 23 May 2008

Move On Up

Dear Anyone,

I would just like to say that things are progressing nicely with Muscle. He stayed over last night, after meeting me from work and going to get something to eat ( I was starving). It was me who invited him to come home with me, but it didn't take a lot of persuasion!

I don't know what he's looking for from me yet though, because I haven't asked. I've established that he hasn't got a girlfriend (and I swear that's a first for me, because I only really meet losers who do) and he's established that I don't have a boyfriend, but I didn't ask what it is between us, because for now I'm just going to enjoy it. I know what deadline I've given myself to clarify whether I'm wasting my time or not, so it's all in hand. But I have to say that I do like him, and he is someone I could see myself with for many reasons, including the fact that I think I could learn a lot from him, and even experience things I never would have though of before. So all I ask for from you is your best wishes.

Smells Like No Team Spirit

Dear Anyone,

There was a bit of drama at work today. Well that might be a slight exaggeration, but our team leader called an emergency, off-the-record meeting, because she was made aware of a box of paperwork that had been hidden by someone and found by another, and no one will own up to it, so now she's kind of lost faith in us as a group. I can tell you in no uncertain terms that it definitely was not me. I try to get involved in boring paper filing as little as possible. Because of that, she doesn't want us to go ahead with the proposed team night out to the O2 Centre next week, because she's just not feeling it. It's a pity really, but at the same time I don't mind, because it saves money, and I guess it leaves my Friday night free... even though I'll now finish late anyway, but what's new eh?

Just in case you're wondering, I'm still bang on the job hunting, but I think I'll be experiencing a minor setback, as our internet at home has gone off... Grrr...

Monday 19 May 2008

Pain In The Arse

Dear Anyone,

Today I returned to work after a week off sick. I'm not embarassed to say it, I had a abscess on my bum bum, and it has to be the most painful thing I think I've ever experienced. The pain started gradually about 3 weeks ago, but I thought it was just the recurring ache I get in my coccyx, as a result of a rollerskating accident I had as a child. When I went to my GP he was only too happy to tell me that I've diagnosed myself correctly. Lazy bastards. But it got worse and worse, so last week Saturday I had to go to A&E, because I could barely walk, and I couldn't sit. The doctor there told me it was the beginnings of an abscess, so she prescribed some antibiotics (the answer to everything it seems). I spent the whole weekend lying on my stomach, because I couldn't sit or walk. It was awful. And to add insult to injury, the weather was beautiful and I missed it all! And to add a slap to the insult added to the injury, my monthly visitor decided to come a wreak more havoc. You know when you want to just wail like a baby,because you think it'll make everything better? That's how I felt. But don't worry, I didn't.

One good thing happened though - Muscle came to visit me. It was so sweet of him, and I felt a bit bad because I didn't go and see him when he had the flu the week before. Luckily he came the day after the nasty abscess had burst, so I was slightly more mobile. He'd had a day crammed full of things to do, but he still made time for me, and I thank him for it. Twas nice.

I feel a lot better now, but I'm still a teeny bit fragile in that area, so if you see me don't pat me on the arse, as much as I know you'd want to...

Saturday 3 May 2008

'L' is for Loser

Dear Anyone,

Last night I found out what is more than likely the 'situation' that Bumper has been meaning to tell me about for the past two months. I'm not going to reveal my sources, but silly boys who think themselves 'players' need to realise that London is a very VERY small place. The long and short of it is that the mother of his daughter is due to give birth to their second child any time soon, after which they'll be getting married. I'm not going to go on about this because, to be extremely honest, I'm past caring. But can I just point out that I did ask him whether he was getting married, and he said no. And can I also say that I hate greedy, selfish guys who unnecessarily choose to keep information from you, thus ultimately making the decision about what happens between you. In this case he could have told me this a long, long time ago, and it wouldn't have meant anything to me. But instead he chose to withhold that bit of news and carry on as though he was a single man. It didn't have to go as far as us going out, but I thank the good Lord that that's as far as it went. Good luck to him, because he's going to need it.