Not written for a while so these are from the past three days.... 11th and upwards...Riveting!

13th Feb 2008
OH-EM-GEE! its Valentine's Day tomorrow. I hate Valentine's day its such a drag, I can barely get to my desk with all the sack loads of fan mail. And the roses! Well, I'll just say now lads, don't bother. Its a waste of paper and flowers. Give them to someone else, and I'd best also say now, that I don't read my own fan mail (despite what my publicist says). Yeah just send it all to someone less deserving. Its the right thing to do. Well. Thank God we've sorted that - so no-one's gonna feel embarrassed tomorrow when they come into work and discover no cards or flowers. This is fine, cause this is what I requested. So no embarrassment there at all. None whatsoever.

Talking of V-Day Fun - the plans are shaping up nicely. There seems to be around 10 of us who are coming along. I have selected a bar in Covent Garden and its one where there is an option of wearing COLOURS to signify your relationship status. God is there not enough of that surrounding Facebook? I'm loving the face book invite picture for this event. It shows three women laughing and pointing at a man. Makes us look like hysterical freaks. Excellent. Start as we mean to go on.
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Tuesday, 12 February 2008

Whats with the mist? Its so depressing, much like the book "The Fog" by James Herbert. I'm so looking forward to when spring has sprung, its gonna be ace.

So, everything seems to be going ok with the dating thing. I have one on Wednesday and one on Friday. Wednesday's is an animal lover. I think animal lovers are the way forward because they have less murdering-tendancies which is always a bonus. Murderers are SUCH nightmares. I'm not sure what the protocal is with this dating malarky. Are you supposed to exclusively date? I think thats silly. I mean look at the Americans I mean, when someone asks them out they say "Sure!" I've seen this countless times.

I dunno, maybe I've watched too much Sex And The City. I watched the entire box set and I have to say it was ok. It gets boring when Carrie says things like "Meanwhile across town, Samantha was getting some monkey loving of her own." When really Samantha is just having sex. She's always talking in riddles is Carrie Bradshaw. Also I dislike that when she walks down Manhatten..... she walks, then jogs, then walks then Jogs all the while clutching her er....clutch bag. Sometimes she turns in a circle whilst gazing up at the sky all in awe-like. It makes me cringe. Imagine if I did that walking down Camden Town. Why, I'd look like a mental case.

I think that about Eastenders too. I don't really watch it much. I stopped watching it when me and my old flat mate Katie, got a bit too into it and would often have the discussion "Minty or Den". (Dirty, not little Den - obviously if it was little Den, he'd win hands down). And then when she chose Minty over Den I thought, right enough of this silliness. CLICK and off went Eastenders, (sort of) forever. But yeah Eastenders. I know the storylines are totally unrealistic as with their large town house homes etc... BUT when they have a dialogue say in someone's house and one of the people in the conversation are just looking out the window and still speaking to the other person who's on the sofa its SO weird.

I mean, imagine if I was chatting to my friend round my house and I just went to the window and gazed out of it forlornly and started saying "I remember when I was 5 and I would go and get an ice cream srewball from the ice cream van and blah blah blah etc" wouldn't my firend think I was really strange? I think so. They should address that. Eastenders, you should address that.
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Monday, 11 February 2008

I had a jolly weekend starting Friday night in Quinns in Kentish Town Road. Ironically the "Hawley Arms" had no place for an MTV crowd that night. Probably for the best. Lots of fun was had at Quinns and I had sambuca shots for the first time in about a year and a bit. The same thing happened as usual. Watery mouth extreme. I then dropped a glass of Vodka and Cranberry on my foot, it didn't smash, just caused excessive bruising. OUCHY. I did flitting around and then it was time to go.

V-day looms and there's a group of us going out on the lash in Soho on the said night. Don't worry its not going to be SISTERS are DOING IT FOR THEMSELVES stylie. Possibly some shrieking and that type of thing and general drinking and saying things like "Fuck em. They're all bastards." NOOOO! Not at all. I am not a man-hater in the slightest or I wouldn't be back in the dating game again. I really really like men, especially some that I know. I just think that some men are incredibly basic. Thats all. No hate there, just an observation.

So, Saturday was meant to be spent searching for a new sofa and chair and then off to da pub. But whilst in DFS my head started to hurt (probably those freakish sales men) and all of a sudden I got a migrain. They are EVIL. They give me blind spots and slurred speech. WUBBISH. Had to go to my mum's and lie in the dark for 2 hours! Only to be woken by one of my mates informing me that Camden Town was on fire. And it WAS! Bloody hell.

MTV was evacuated and everything! I'm going to look at the aftermath today at lunch although the wreckage is just across the canal from us. Thank you canal.... as scabby as you are, you saved us. The Hawley Arms is done for, apparently tiz to be pulled down. As much as I disliked the EMO extremeness of the place, I wouldn't wish that on the pub. Not nice. And all our photos on the wall will be gone too. :-( boo. The owner Doug had lots of nice things in that pub too cause I remember when we had a karaoke night upstairs in there for MTV and my mate Joel accidently dropped a speaker through one of the tables and it cost us £300 cause it was a one of a kind table, along with most of the other stuff in there too. Boo.

Anyway - before my migrain kicked in we managed to agree on a sofa and sunday morning my pa and I went down to get it. (order it) the salesmen in there are mentalists. If you ask them a simple question like...."So, 12 week delivery time you say, is that the longest it would take?" The response is this... " I've worked here for how long is it? How long is it? Seven years? Hand on heart seven years. It is seven years isn't it? Yeah seven. Hand on heart I've only known one time. No tell a lie, two times when the......." FOR FUCKS SAKE. "YES OR NO?" NOB FACE.