miaow

I have spent the last seven days at my parents' house, looking after four cats (and myself). It has been gruelling. I have forgotten how human interaction works - is it customary to rub up against a person's leg when you greet them? Or hiss if you don't like them?

S is arriving tonight for the home stretch of the cat/house-sit, and I can't wait. It feels like I haven't seen him for weeks. I've really missed him.

Purrrrp.

mercredi à l'orange

Today is mostly ORANGE which means two-for-one (or toofer) at the cinema, which is exciting because S and I will be going on a DATE. I like date nights. The last date night we had ended in severe drunkenness though so the cinema is a much safer option. There will likely be less pole dancers on tonight's date.

I went for a run this morning and have worked out that 0.6 miles was actually covered in a running fashion, and 0.3 miles in more of a walking fashion. I am going to keep it up though because one of my colleagues (Sir Gorney Weaver) has challenged me to do the Leeds Half Marathon in September with him.

Watch this space. Or the one that's now behind me. Ha.

when's day?

It's now official. I've moved in. Nothing of mine is left at De Lacy Mount. Apart from a side table, my X-Box and some curtains. All of which I am donating to the boys. I am way too tired to unpack the rest of my crap though. Poor, tidy, minor-case-of-OCD-suffering S is being very patient with me. We are sitting in the living room surrounded by boxes and bags of Lucystuff and I am too full of fajitas for to move any of it.

Last weekend I got paid, which was fab. I also got skint, which was not so bad, and was on account of my buying S dinner at Yo Sushi! and then getting very drunk and thinking that going to Wildcats, the lapdancing club of choice for the young professional, would be a grand idea.

I made friends with the troll lady in the toilets in Tiger Tiger too. I'm going to take her charity shop shopping, apparently.

I'm not a bitch, I'm a drunken horror,

With no money.

yan oo arr

I can't believe we're already three weeks into 2008. It's flying by so quickly. I've moved into S's flat (although it's not official until 1st February - lots of my stuff is still at the old house) and we seem to have settled into a lovely little haven of domesticity. He's very tidy. I forgot that. It's good.

There is a farewell party on this evening somewhere in Harrogate, for a lady who henceforth I'll call 'C'. S was invited to the farewell party. In fact, S was probably the reason for the farewell party, as C is in love with him, and has been for a number of years. After she discovered S and I were a couple, she decided the best thing to do (after begging my boyfriend to sleep with her first, for 'closure') would be to leave the country for a year and join a commune or something equally as lame and straight out of Dawson's Creek.

All credit to her, she's got some balls. I never thought she'd go through with it. Part of me wanted S to go to the party to make sure she was leaving.

I'm a bitch.

merry new year's eve eve eve

2008 is going to be way better than 2007, I guarantee it. I'm not planning on getting burgled, dumped or fat. I don't think I planned on any of that happening in 2007 either but this way I can actively try and avoid it all.

That said, the latter part of 2007 has been pretty sweet, what with bagging myself a hot, tasty specimen of a boyfriend who makes me giggle and smile all the time. And I got a new job, and a new place to live.

The order of events went like this...
January: live happily with then current boyfriend and his best friend
February: as above
March: as above
April: boyfriend's best friend gets dumped, house gets burgled, boyfriend thinks he is having a heart attack
May: go on holiday with boyfriend and think everything is rosy
June: get a new job, get dumped, get a new house
July: be a bit bewildered
August: ex-boyfriend is caught in flagrante delicto with his best friend's girlfriend, best friend dumps both, I get back in touch with best friend and consequently find out ex-boyfriend cheated on me with a fat lady, start seeing ex-boyfriend's best friend
September: ex-boyfriend's best friend becomes boyfriend...
October: turn twenty-seven (bleh)
November: fall in love with boyfriend
December: still in love with boyfriend

Bit of an eventful and Hollyoaks-esque one, all in all.

Going to make a pizza à la Clare. She has a tatty green school notebook full of delectable recipes. It's like finding treasure every time you look in it.

Merry Christmas.