Tuesday 15 September 2009

The Bus Driver Conspiracy

I swear that all London bus drivers have a conspiracy against me. Yesterday I waited 15 minutes for the bus, and unfortunately my Oyster card beeped indicating low funds, but the bus driver waved me through. Thinking he'd done me a favour, I went to sit down but then he got up and shouted at me in front of everyone! The waving had apparently been a 'get out the way until everyone else has paid' wave. I went to pay cash, but alas my wallet had only coppers. So he made me get off and walk, mean! I was quite late for work.

Today I wanted to avoid walking in the rain so I opted for the bus again, making sure I had sufficient cash. Guess how long I waited for? 50 MINUTES! Does that sound like 'every 8 minutes' to you Mr Bus Driver? Hmmmm? I don't think so!

Booooo to London buses.

Tuesday 8 September 2009

Why???


Why do guys say they're going to call then not call?! I know the usual answer - "He's just not that into you". But I don't think that's the case; he appears to be even more into me than I am into him! Apart from the three days in a row when I hear nada... boooo. Boooo to boys and their fickle ways.

I'm just going to carry on with my super active social life until he realises how desperately he misses me and bombards me with lovely presents and diamonds.

That might be slightly wishful thinking.


Friday 4 September 2009

Trouble in Paradise

Hellooooo, here I am, nobody panic.

This week's been a bit disappointing considering how fabulous my life usually is. It's been bliss for the last month with the boyfriend; I have to change my bedsheets very regularly these days, all that shagging is taking its toll on them. But I've barely got to see him this week, and I'm getting so sexually frustrated that I've started peeling labels off things and comfort eating. Dangerous! Can't see him until Sunday so I am officially sulking.

Keiran has been all distant lately, not sure what's wrong with him. He seems a bit depressed, maybe because his job's all over the place. I just need to find him a nice sexy man to take his mind off it...

Must have that gold quilted dress in the window of Blondie at the moment. Nobody touch it, that's mine!!!


(I want to swim in these)


Thursday 27 August 2009

Phew!

Wow, sorry I didn't give you any juicy details. It's now been a few weeks since my last post and I can happily say that it's because I've been too busy shagging! Having an awesome time.

I'm also quite chuffed that I've found a new local. Living in Aldgate, there aren't really any nice bars around unless you go down to Brick Lane or into Shoreditch. But they've just opened this place near Aldgate East station called The Zeppelin Shelter. It ticks all my boxes; cheap(ish) wine, fit barman, balcony, pool table. I like the upstairs best. Hurrah, no longer must my heels carry me a mile to the nearest haunt!

God bless pubs.

x

Saturday 8 August 2009

Woooo

Date tonight, I'm excited! Already know what I'm wearing, just wish I'd had that wax this week after all. Will have to put up with shaving. I'll let you know how it goes.

P.S - Keiran has Swine Flu, oh no!

Friday 7 August 2009

Grrrrrr


I HATE THE RAIN!

Thursday 6 August 2009

Whoops

Hmmm. Now don't go worrying, I'm not going to get hooked on laxatives. But a friend of mine recommended drinking 'Laxatee' once a month to have a good clear out (they're tea bags with natural ingredients - you can but them at health food shops). I tried it for the first time last night, planning just to have one clean mass evacuation this morning. But now I'm at work and still have the worst squits! I'm having stomach cramps too, that can't be good.

The taste wasn't too bad once I put honey in it - it's quite bitter on its own. Hopefully I will have finished my runs by Saturday, got a date! Plus, I can feel a huge spot coming on my chin, it is most unwelcome. Humph.