It's definitely the heat or the full moon or something. The male of the species have gone berserk. Oh how I love men in white vans shouting at me as I walk down the street. Oh how I love it when I am with 3 of my work colleagues, one of whom happens to be my manager and all of them men. Oh how I love it when white van man shouts 'They're big ones' in front of said male colleagues. I don't think.
I have ample breasts, get over it.
Anyone would think they'd never seen them before. And why is it that they feel it necessary to shout comments about them when you are minding your own business walking to the local greasy spoon for egg, bacon & chips for brekkie with the boys. Pah!
I'm still a bit grouchy today. I think today's grumpiness is induced by lack of sleep. Why is it that the men I know insist on texting/calling at stoopid o'clock! First I get a text from Dime at about midnight and then J called me at 1.15am. Do these people not realise that I have to get up for work?! J misses me, and wants 'us' to be exclusive. I need to sort things out. He wants this to be some fantastic committed relationship. I have realised I don't. He reckons that it shouldn't be a big deal because we've already slept together. My argument....there's a big difference between sex and a relationship. I can't guarantee that I can be exclusive to a person that lives over a hundred miles away and I would only see once in a blue moon. Perhaps its just him that I couldn't be faithful to. Either way I need to sort it but at 1.30 in the morning when he is drunk, it's just not the right time. How do I get myself into these situations? Why is it that I'm never interested in the nice guys who would be good to me and treat me right? It's some evil trick I'm sure of it!
Anyway, it's Friday, which means its a vodka day- hurrah! And anything goes- wahey!
Big shouts to wench, doodfish, and of course my Big Bear (give you a clue- xoxoxo!!). May your weekends be spangly ones!!