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.

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.

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)