Why is it not possile to eat Ciabatta without getting covered in white cak?! It doesn't matter how I angle myself I still have white powder all down my black skirt! Aaaaarrrggggh!
Anyway, that wasn't my purpose for writing today, nor is it to recount the events of Friday night when I launched myself down the stairs of the bar and got caught by some guy I don't know at the bottom (oh yeah classy entrance!) or when Cos and I drank blue stuff that tasted like cough syrup and burnt the back of my throat and made her feel sick so she couldn't eat the bacon, egg and chips that she'd ordered in the 24 hour cafe. Oh no, I have been made to realise something and I'm not sure whether it disturbs me or not.
With Beckster getting married in just over 4 weeks and Beanie being married 3 years and having a baby, I get asked when its my turn or does it make me feel broody. My pretty much standard answer is 'I don't think so somehow'. And its the honest answer. But a few times now people have told me that they don't see me as the settling down type. Only yesterday I was told that I am seen as 'Miss Party Girl'. I mean even my mum says that I am really independent and that it will take a strong man to deal with me. Am I destined for a life of singledom? Is it possible to be too independent? It's not that it's a worry but you know when you sit there thinking about what your life is going to be like, I have no clue. I have no idea where I will be, what I'll be doing. Is that normal? Should I not have some sort of aspiration or goal?