Smidge

Ok, I know I jumped the gun just a little bit with my last post…but I was just so gawdamm excited I couldn’t help writing it leetle bit too early… But here is Monday again and im time wasting before another visit to the men in white coats. Which im trying to ignore.

So, here are 5 things I learnt this weekend.

No 1 – that my new hair cut – short, red, with a fringe (bangs to my US readers) -does not look at all lesbian (the boyfriends response to my new short hair when he likes it long). I do occasionally look like a lesbian and have been chatted up many times by girls which proves it.

No 2 – That despite the fact I am quite happy in my own skin (after years of far too much navel gazing) I still hate the fact that occasionally I get paranoid over what girls think of me. I hate this. I never know if im actually right when someone blanks me/is rude/a bit snide. I always seem to walk away thinking it was me that was in the wrong.

Im not sure why I actually care…

No 3 – That I still feel weird when someone I have just met talks about my ex boyfriend (of 7 years) and his new girlfriend like I never actually existed or was ever part of his life.

This led to me drinking far too much. and No. 4

No 4 – That drunkenly kicking my boy’s head when im 4 foot 11 inches tall (150cm tall for my younger readers) and him being 5 foot 7 (170cm) tall isn’t actually impressive.

No boyfriend’s were hurt during this stupidity.

No 5 – That I am pretty good at handling family (someone elses that is)– on Saturday night we went to the Boy’s cousins 21st birthday party in Kirkintilloch (near Glasgow). Even though I was to meet about 30 of the Boy’s family in one go, there were to be naked butlers and a curry buffet, so I was there in a flash. Yes I was scared. It also didn’t help that last week I came down with an ear infection. This is on top of the fact im partially deaf and the complete confusion that comes with trying to understand the Glaswegian accent. Queue lots of smiling and nodding in hopefully all the right places. And lots of drinking.

I think I did ok.

But there were no naked butlers. Im still a little upset

Mwah

Kx

* Getting on the pish Glasgow style.

Well, in just over a week ill be jetting off on holiday to Mallorca*. Sooo excited. Im going with Dylan. Yes my 3 month old relationship is going abroad.

Gulp.

Ok, the man and haven’t exactly been conventional in our relationship to date. Note that our first mini break together was T in the Park – we survived camping, not washing for 3 days, mud, wellies, midgies, dry shampoo, dodgy burgers, neds, queues and horrendous smells (plus a load of shit-hot bands).

We survived that. I think we can survive Mallorca. No more worries for me and you.

funny how as you get older your priorities change. due to illness ive missed out on many a “amazing night out” in exchange for pepermint tea and the sofa. even on my 30th, when i wanted to have a wild one, i bailed home by 1am.

1am!!

that would have been unheard of a couple of years ago.

musically, for years i defined myself as a clubber. my friends are still clubbers and when i miss yet another night out, the texts i get now are all “where were you?!” not “woooh what a night, roll on friday”

times change tho. and it seems i have too.

what i cant seem to work with is the fact that the people around me havent changed. its not that im feeling like im missing out. no, thats not the problem. its more a case of relating.

can my friendships survive a paradigm shift in my interest?

mwah

Kx

P.s, i finally get naked butlers on saturday. not officially for me, but im dead excited they’ll be at the party im going to. i guess they are more appropriate at a 21st rather than a 30th!!

Sorry it’s taken me so long to getting round to blogging about my bday celebrations, but as I have now been 30 for nearly 2 months, I can deal with it. Sort of. Anyways.. Ive a few photos to post from by pre-bday trip to meet my parents in North East Yorkshire where we took a trip to Flamingoland and Castle Howard… Sorry about the quality of the photos, i think my camera was on the wrong setting.

i didnt go on this, but my parents did! (see below!)

my parents. mad.

monkeeeesss! (ok, they are baboons i think)

the people mooover (i hate cows)

Lady of the manor at Castle Howard

i want this house please…..

pretty please?

and, when my back was turned.

bad parents…!

Mwah

Kx

Fuck it. Its time to stop being nice. Nice just seems to get me stuck between a rock and a hard place. Nice makes me into the pathetic person that people walk all over. I can’t be all things to all people all of the fecking time.

Ok, I haven’t quite got round to this in real life*, but this blog is my space. Why should I have to be nice? – especially when I haven’t had a ciggy for 5 hours and ive just found out that someone I thought was a jellyfish** is actually a shark.

Bitch Bitch bitch bitch bitch.

Sorry all you gals out there but she has just shot way over the mark with talking shite about other people.

Please send dagger eyes and all the bad karma in the world in her direction… 3, 2, 1… GO!

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and relax, thats enough, thanks!

Mwah Kx

* just in case any one who actually knows me in this tiny city of our reads this blog.
* from a previous post in case you need a catch up “Ok, I missed out on blogging that I had been jellyfished by a new friend last week and that her really helpful relationship advice had left me in a puddle on the floor.”