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.