Ok, so I've finally managed to get some time alone with a decent internet connection. So, let me tell you what's been going on in my life recently...
Split up with the boyf cos he's immature and wouldn't talk to me cos he'd planned a surprise and I didn't turn up at the hotel at the time he expected me to turn up and consequently ruined his evening. Apparently I have no respect for him you see. That and the fact that I'm just not psychic!!! So, we spent a day ignoring each other which is difficult when you work in the same hotel, even one as big as this. By the afternoon the rest of the team had something to say about it, and most of the girls confessed that they never liked him anyway. That night we went to the open air disco and got drunk and had a fantastic time and according to my spies, he spent most of the time dancing alone. Next thing you know, I get a phonecall at 2am asking to talk. Against all advice I went to meet him. Alcohol clouded my judgement. I took him back. After a lot of serious begging, I might add.
So, now we are love's young dream again, only I don't love him. He is in love with me and I know that at some point I will break his heart. This all sounds so familiar.... Why am I so cold? When did I stop falling in love? Why do I end up in these relationships with some doe-eyed dolt who starts planning our future together after only knowing me for 5 minutes? Twice in the past year I've been offered the prospect of marriage, and I could have easily accepted - except for that word - easy. It would just be too easy. I define my life by turmoil, I don't want some yes-man who promises me the stars and always falls short, but thats ok cos he loves me. I want to be challenged daily, broaden my horizons, start each new day as though it were an adventure. I don't like certainty. But then again, I don't like conflict. I've had my eye on a new Turk, and I'm not happy with the one I'm with, but no way will I attempt a trade. I know I will break his heart, but I really don't want to.
I talk about adventure and challenges but really I'm a wimp. I think I need someone to hold my hand whilst challenging me. He he. Oh what a pallaver. Or however you spell it.
In other news, my cat had kittens. 4 of them, three grey and white and one jet black. My mate has claimed the black one and called her Mustafa. Trial names for the others are Socks, Smudge and Smokey. Have a gander.......



Um, don't know how to rotate the pic so you'll have to put your heads on the side!


Cute, huh?