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)

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

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!

Grrrrrr

I HATE THE RAIN!

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.

Date

I phoned the sexy guy yesterday, we're going to go out for dinner on Saturday night. No idea where though, he said I can choose. Decisions! He hasn't lived in London very long so I might show him the delights of Shoreditch. Fingers crossed that sparks fly...

Here's a big kiss for you - X - just coz I feel like it!

Shiiiiit

My phone is RUBBISH! Apart from never having any signal and messages just sitting in my outbox, my alarm has now decided not to work. I didn't wake up until 10am! So late for work, but the boss isn't here till later so I might just get away with it if nobody blabs.

Rain rain, go away, come again another day.

Double hangover

When will I learn?! I was a good girl and stayed in on Friday night, but then went out on Saturday and Sunday - I must have spent about £200. Ooooh dear, my overdraft is gonna feel that!

I met a sexy guy on Saturday night, and it turns out he lives just down the road from me. Score! He paid for my drinks and my taxi, very gentlemanly. I just hope he's as good looking as I remember when I'm sober...

I had a bit of a shock on Sunday morning when I saw a mouse on top of my wardrobe! Mocking me from the top of its castle with its twitchy little nose. I usually quite like mice, but not when they get near my clothes! There is no food there, why can't he hide in the kitchen like normal mice?! I don't want to set any inhumain traps, but something will have to be done. I don't want to find little droppings in my Alexander McQueen clutch.

Yay!

Aha, I had a comment this morning asking if I'd lost weight - hurrah! This is only the beginning baby, I shall have a truely desirable figure.

I'm trying to decide where to go out tonight; Keiran went to Brighton Pride with his brolly, but I ended up staying here, so I now have no plans. What to do? I'm thinking somewhere that there is lots of handsome men and nice wine. Any ideas?

Can't wait to go see 'Coco Before Chanel' - she's my idol. Love Coco and Audrey Tatou, double whammy!

Am I too excitable?

The Eternal Optimist

I just can't help it. Even when things look bleak, I always find a silver lining. Some of my more pessimistic friends get infuriated with this quality, but it's one of my favourite things. A situation that looks dreadful to one person might look not so bad to me, and a situation that seems alright is probably great in my book!

Now don't get me wrong, I do still like to have a little whinge now and then. But when it comes down to it, I know how lucky I am and how great my life is. And I'm so thankful :-)

Will Power

I'm well chuffed today; my grandma sent me a skirt she's made. Now don't snigger - there's no wooly reindeer jumpers. She's a cool grandma. It's kind of a vintage nautical print, and nobody else has got one! :-)

My diet is going super well this week, I've been so good. Vegetable soup for lunch today. I have also been well behaved in the spending department (excluding that ASOS order); I haven't been out since Saturday, no week day drinking for me. Check out my will power!

Stumped

I'm kinda stumped on these get rich quick schemes. Drawing up blanks.

Was planning to trot along to Brighton's Gay Pride Parade at the weekend but the forecast is for heavy rain - boo! I don't even own an umbrella since the last one blew inside out and snapped. Perhaps I shall stick around London town. save the train fare.

God I want a snog. And a cuddle. Humph.

Save

As if dieting isn't enough effort, I now have another goal; save £400 by September. A girlfriend and I are planning a last minute booking, somewhere hot for a week. I have a bad habit of spending my overdraft, so when payday comes I'm only taken back up to zero. Ooops...

I counted my dresses this morning and I have 60, plus that many pairs of shoes, so I think I should stop shopping for a while, that will help. Oh, it hurts already! Also, packed lunches are a double whammy - money saving and a chance to be healthy. And last but not least... ebay! Goodbye junk :-)

Out

Had such a great time this weekend! Love my girls, and all my gay boys. Drank lot of vodkas, danced like a diva and walked home in the morning light, high heels slung over my shoulder. Don't worry, I kept an eye out for broken glass.

When will I learn to control my will power whilst under the influence? There's this lush take away in Hoxton that I always succumb to when I'm trashed - cheese & bacon burger, toasted bun. Bad Kat! Restarting diet today (good old Mondays).

Gory details

I'm out on the town tonight with my girls, will probably be seeing the girl I mentioned in my last post. I wonder if it's possible to extract all the gory details without causing offence? I'm morbidly curious...

She's an escort!

Wooooah, I just found out that a girl I know is working as a London escort! She's kind of a friend of a friend, but I've met her loads of times and never would've guessed. She's pretty and Polish, but she usually seems kind of shy. I can't imagine it. So that's how she afforded that Louis Vuitton handbag...

Blanks

Oh dear. I've been having more memory black outs recently when I get drunk; I used to be ok, but lately I have big gaps missing from my night. I mean big ones, like I can only remember 1 hour out of 4. That can't be good? I might be concerned that I'd had my drink spiked if it had only been once, but the occurence is becoming more and more regular...

Fun

Ah, that was fun. Two outspoken girls and two raging homosexuals makes for very interesting dinner talk! The topics were graphic bordering on gruesome - some of the specifics I really could've done without hearing! Actually, I feel a little queasy just thinking about it...

But the food was good, the wine was great and the company was unbeatable - love those guys!

Make time for your friends people, it's so worth it x