Since the weekend it would appear that I had my wish granted. After having one or two 'discussions' about our relationship, it seems my fella has decided to take the mature approach and stop speaking to me. In his defence, I asked for space and that is what I've got, but he could have handled it a lot better. So I'm in a state of limbo at the moment. I'm not sure if we've split up, and I can't be the first one to break the silence. If I go ahead and conduct my life as though I were single again, only to find out that that was not his intention, I may wind up in a whole 'we were on a break' situation. And any fan of Friends will know how tiresome that can be!

Now then. I was supposed to be going for a meal with my lovely fella tonight to make up for the farce that was Valentine's yesterday. Unfortunately my lovely fella also happens to be an inconsiderate knobhead, so I'm staying in watching Friends thinking about maybe washing my hair... 
On the plus side I get to spend time with my beautiful kitty, and can clean my flat. And ponder on whether being single would be preferable. Hmmm. I love how much relationships bring out the worst in me! Oh well, hope everyone else is having a lovely weekend!

Sat in front of the TV and the new advert for 'Gucci by Gucci' (the perfume) has just come on. Now then. One of my favourite songs 'Heart of Glass' is playing, I'm feeling like a bop, and I have to look at these pathetic, skeletal, waif-like creatures in beautiful dresses with pouty mouths cos it's the biggest thing on them! Well done Gucci for making me feel good about myself.
Anyway, on another note - I'm off to go and get drunk tonight with a good friend of mine! Hoorah to Wednesdays!

Well, as predicted, Valentine's will be spent with the people that matter most - my friends. Whilst chatting to the boyf last night, I casually asked him if he was planning to train (for rugby) on Thursday night. Now I know this is a trick question, but he ought to be alert to these types of things. He said yes, and I could expect to see him after 10pm. After about 10 minutes, the penny dropped. "Oh yeah, it's Valentine's Day on Thursday"
"Good job I don't believe in Valentine's Day" I reply.

Now, I know my approach to life is to expect the worst and things can only get better, but every now and then I'd like to be surprised. Like last year, the guy I was shacked up with (but we were not NOT a couple) gave me a tiny thimble (or 'kiss', according to Peter Pan) and a humorous sketch of himself naked. Now that was nice! And even though I don't celebrate my birthday he insisted on rallying all my friends and planning a really big event for it. And it was lovely. This year, I'm saying "I don't really celebrate my birthday" and I'm met with "No, neither do I". And I know that this is the bit about women that mystefies men: we expect surprises but don't expect to ask for them. And we all firmly believe that if men spent as much time thinking about us as they say they do, they'd instinctively know when to pull the cat out of the bag and when we actually do just want to be left alone. It's not being psychic, it's developing an understanding of the person you're supposed to care about. If friends can get it so right, how can partners get it so wrong?

Having said all this, it would just be my luck to be woken up on Thursday morning with a beautiful bouquet and breakfast in bed, but as the chances of that happening are slim to none, I shall enjoy this time of reflection and being a miserable old cow!!

Well, it's Monday afternoon and I'm relatively happy after a rough weekend. Hit another low yesterday - couldn't get out of bed, didn't want to wash, or brush my hair, or change out of my stinky pjs - just ate crap, like brie and crackers, and watched repeats of Will & Grace punctuated by bouts of snoozing. Luckily, I decided to invite a friend round, which forced me to snap out of it. Ended up having a lovely girls night, with a choc flavoured face pack on, feet in a bubbling foot spa, 'An Officer and a Gentleman' on the telly and eating Ben and Jerry's. Wonderful.
I don't like girly-girly things, and get fed up when I'm with females for an extended amount of time, but last night was refreshing. Hopefully I'll stay on this natural high for a bit and won't have to resort to such desperate actions again for a couple of weeks. Then again, Thursday is Valentine's, and we all know Valentine's = disappointment!!

Hey guys, sorry to all my avid fans for not writing sooner!! My laptop has been bust for a while and I've been really rather busy. However, I find myself in an insomniac situation this evening, probably because I've spent the day in bed with a cold.
Nothing new to report really. Got a new temporary job and got interviews this week for a (hopefully) better and more permanent one. Interviews are such crap - do people honestly think you are the person you pretend to be in interviews? Anyone I've ever worked with has always commented on how nice and shy and quiet I seemed for the first few days, and then how I shattered the illusion by reverting back to my normal self once I was comfortable. Of course, no one ever complains about my normal self, so thats ok.
Nothing exciting going on in the old love life. However, I was told this evening by my neighbour's neice that my chosen interview outfit made me look 'fat and frumpy', and I couldn't fasten a size 10 shirt over my chest, so I'm thinking that as I am dating a hunk (and I use this word only to describe the fact that he has perfectly chiselled...well, everything) I really ought to throw myself into my gym efforts with more vigour. Since I took a break from dancing my tummy has become slightly more...floppy, and I have still not achieved my desired 'Madonna arms'. Ah well. As I read somewhere today, you can stop going to the gym once you have a man. But its always nice to take pride in your appearance.
Note to self - buy a diary tomorrow - need to work out if I'm just being paranoid or if I might actually have managed to get myself knocked up. Oh dear.