Tuesday, February 28, 2006

The Good Ole Days

For some reason my space bar has stopped working for some random reason today,so I apologise if some words are alljoinedtogether. Just like that. Wait, I think there might be food underneath it. Yep, all gone now. Anyway...

I got a comment on My Space today from Molly, and it reminded me of all the good, and by good, I mean drunken days from Union. Stacy with the pumpkin on her head, the Frat parties, drunken Losure, Molly and I sitting in the hall finishing all the leftover alcohol from Losures room at the end of term, running through the sprinklers. I'm trying to find the picture of Stacy with the pumpkin, but that might have to wait, because walking upstairs seems like a bit effort right now.

I am sooo full, my stomach isn't sure what's hit it. It's Pancake day, which I think might have some kind of religious reason behind it. Maybe Jesus ate pancakes today or something. Anyway, it means I get to eat pancakes, sprinkled with sugar and lemon, They are amazing. There's nothing better than batter and sugar. ahhh.

I was driving along the motorway today and all the lights came on as I drove down it. It was awesome. It made me feel like they went on just for me. Cos I'm special.

Time to lie down and recover from pancakes.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

boomboomboomboom

I celebrated my 4 days off work with a night out. It was one of those nights where you expect it to be a meal and a few drinks and you end up in a club, dancing the night away. Which is always fun. Maybe not for Nicola, who reminded me the next day that I called her at midnight, (bear in mind she has to get up at 6am). For some reason I decided to call on the taxi ride to Lynn. I don't think she appreciated my rendition of 'If you want my body and you think I'm sexy' or my vengaboys, 'Boom Boom Boom Boom.' Not many people have the pleasure of hearing my drunken crooning, so I think she should be grateful. She also got to chat to new people, apparently I made her talk to the Taxi Driver, who I believe was called Paddy.

Anyway, good times.

Monday, February 20, 2006

I AM a star

Turns out Nicola's mum has been thinking about intermingling our families. Apparently she is having my dad, or my younger brother, my nan and nics dad will get together, Nic can have my other brother, and my aunt and Nic's step dad can get together. Somehow nobody is with me, which makes me sad but also a bit relieved... I'm a bit worried that she's put so much thought into this. And I'm pretty sure that I DON'T want Nic as my step sister/step aunt/sister in law.

Anyway, today I went to my slimming class and was given a certificate for Slimmer of a week, and 2, yes 2, stickers, the other for reaching a half stone loss. Wow, I am a star. And people clapped for me and I felt important.

What else, I have the rest of the week off work, which is fantastic. Its ALL good.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

Are YOU A Valuable Hidden Treasure?


Oprah is coming to England! Finally, life makes sense again. So in honour of her appearance on this side of the pond I thought I'd share a few Oprah words of wisdom. 'Love is a lesson worth learning. This month, feel it, show it, and make love matter. Ah, Oprah, only you can make crap like this sound credible. Now we will learn the answers to all of life's mysteries, like just why that boy was raised as a girl, why the twins were separated at birth, and how skydiving cured that woman's blindness. TV is good again.

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

I miss those days...

Old people sex on Eastenders put me off my dinner

I have decided, after an awful day in the office, that people shouldn't have to work, and by people I mean me. I think that I should just be paid for being me. If fact, if I was a 'lady of the night' I would get paid for staying in bed all day, which would be pretty fantastic.

Recently I have become addicted to the Eastender website, especially the games. And the ones where you dress the old women in short skirts and knee high boots. It makes me giggle. I don't seem to have time to do the things I need to do, but I can spend hours on the internet doing this...

And to cheer everyone up.
'A man accidentally shot by Vice President Dick Cheney was in stable condition Wednesday after suffering a mild heart attack when a shotgun pellet in his chest traveled to his heart. '
When a sentence starts with 'a man accidentally shot by Vice President Dick Cheney' you know its going to be good. And David Letterman wins the prize for the best commentary, "We can't get Bin Laden, but we nailed a 78-year-old attorney."

OMG, ITV just advertised Peterborough greyhound track during prime time evening viewing. What is going on with the world. Nothing seems right anymore.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Happy Valentines Day


Happy Valentines to all of you who didn't get a card/flowers today. And to those of you who did, stop feeling smug.

Monday, February 13, 2006

Happy Birthday to My Favourite Brother and Leon

Turns out my two favourite men share the same birthday. My little brother and Leon. Happy 16th Birthday Stuart, Happy 25th Birthday Leon, a quarter of a century! You're old!

I have tried to post the pictures I made for each of them, but it keeps messing up, so here are some pictures of the cuties instead... Nic - leave my little brother alone! You're too old.

Friday, February 10, 2006

Hot Mark from work is ill...

Neighbours was just on TV. I cried like a baby during the funeral. I'm not ashamed to admit it. Well I am a little, but for some reason I keep writing.

Today we had a training day at work. It involved role play, sharing, and teamwork, those being a few of the 'key words.' I learnt about 'feeling' words, impact and influence, understanding people, and how to build relationships with team members. What I really learnt was that I hate role play, I have an unbelievably short attention span, the trainer's shoes didn't match his suit, and I'm pretty sure he was gay. I spent most of the time looking to see if he was wearing a wedding ring.

Now back to American sitcoms and wine. I love Fridays. Tonight might even by DANCE MOVES TWISTER night. Pics will follow...

PS. Mark has 'man flu'. Apparently its worse than usual flu. I hope its not bird flu... Feel better soon Mark. You missed a FUN week at work.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

So itchy.......

For those who care, the rash has now spread to my stomach, arms, neck and hips. It itches soooo much. For those of you who don't care, tough.

PS. Nic is a whore. Two attached men on the go...not bad.

the man in black


Last night Jen and I went to see Walk the Line. It was fantastic. The guy was hot. I would definately recommend it. Thats the end of the film review.



It was bonus day today at work, which almost made the last few months worthwhile. Almost. I was suprised by how much it was, seeing as how tight the company usually is with money. Not many others seemed impressed, apparently a bonus is something you can demand, rather than a reward from the company. I might not like my job but to me it was a lot of money! Enough to get my measly bank account back to £0. The first time in 4 years. No longer will I be scared by the dreaded ATM.

Today I have mostly been listening to Johnny Cash, which brings back a lot of memories, nice but confusing.

And tonight I will be indulging in a glass or two of wine, a gift from a nice customer, and watching meet the parents. Ahhhh...

PS. I have a rash all over my arm. It itches and its pretty gross.

Monday, February 06, 2006

all over


Thank you to Losure who alerted me to the 'end of the era.' www. hamstersex.com has been blocked. Awww. On the upside I'm pretty sure midgetsex.com is still going. There is a God after all.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

sooo hot

I keep having these moments of profound thoughts which would make a pretty great blog. But then I forget them and you end up with the usual rambling, pointless stories that you've become used to. This one is no different.
Friday night I got up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night. By chance Nicola got up at the same time. Meeting in the hallway, half asleep, she took one look at me and doubled up laughing. I had no idea what was going on. Finally I realised it was my sleep atire that had caused the fit of laughing. Having no need to dress nicely at night, I have taken to wearing the warmest clothes possible due to the fact that my house is a little ice box. I had been wearing this outfit for a while but Nic had never seen me in it before. So I decided to treat you to a hot picture of me. Bear in mind that the fleece top (and matching mini skirt) came free with something and turned out to be incredably warm. And every layer helps. And so I'm not the only one looking bad, here is Nic too, in her sleep wear. I wonder why we are single...

Friday, February 03, 2006

ode to losure


I completely forgot to thank losure for the FANTASTIC and may I say wonderful piece of arkwork he sent me for my birthday. I especially like the fact that George Bush is dead. Impaled upon the American flag, ahhh.

and the birthday pictures.


















Aren't we special...