Its 5.30...our drives have crashed so the only thing that works at the moment is Internet and Email...but we're not meant to abuse these so how the f*ck am I meant to do anything?! I can't save the work that I have spent the last 90 minutes on and am not happy about it coz I'll have to do it all again tomorrow and its the most tedious boring thing in the world as well..arse!
Anyway, I think the PMT Fairy may have happened upon me today as well. Either that or I am feeling the effects of the vodka and champagne and 5 hours sleep that I had last night (not all at the same time you understand!)
So last night I went out with work...today I have a stalker...hurrah! I went for bevvies with some work mates and me and a guy that works over at another of our offices (and has been asking me to go out with him for ages) had a kind of mini-date. He's a really nice guy and I did have a good time but today...well today he's just damn scary.
Actually, that really started last night..after about 2 hours together he was asking if he had boyfriend potential (bearing in mind that although I speak to him 3-4 times a week on the phone this is the 1st time that we have ever really met properly) and kept asking and asking...and asking. And telling me that I am lovely, and great, and gorgeous (well tell me something I don't know.....joke!) and that he REALLY likes me. Oh, and what was I going to do at our Xmas party, would I avoid him, ignore him, not talk to him, blah blah blah....
By 1pm today he had called me 3 times. By 3 pm he had mailed me as well...now correct me if I'm wrong but is this not slightly obsessive?! If this carries on I may have a boiled bunny (Fatal Attraction-stylee) delivered to me in the internal mail *shudders*
The thing is...at this moment in time I don't want a boyf...stalker boyf or not! I told him this as well but he doesn't seem to get it. I'm not ready for the whole proper grown-up relationship thing yet. I guess I only really realised it when Ali and I were watching 'Fishflat footage' (courtesy of Si's video camera)on Sunday evening. I still think about D a lot - even though I don't like to admit it - and there are days when all I want to do is pick up the phone and talk to him. But I also know that while in some ways we were good together, in others we were a really bad fit (and I don't mean that in a pervy sexual way!).
Anyway...enough from me for today...i'm off to wallow in self-pity, wash up, flake out in a hot bath and sleep for England.
Adios for now.
Fair'
PS: Deany - you locked it?! Hope you're ok...drop a line if you can.