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A return of sorts
My computer is in the spare room of my new home. Well, it's hardly 'new' anymore. I moved back in June after all. The time has just flown. But anyway, the reason I mention my computer's location is because it is upstairs by a window looking out from the back of the house, and there's a view. It's not a beautiful view at all. There's a supermarket to the left and a gypsy camp in the distance. But beyond the large, open expanse of common ground I can see the sea, and beyond that, the coast of England. I suppose the Bristol Channel can't really be described as 'the sea', not like the proper ocean you can see when you stand on a cliff in Pembrokeshire. But still, I love being able to see the water. I suppose it's Minehead I can see in the distance. There's a ferry moving slowly down towards Devon. I have the same view from my bedroom window and I've grown to love it. There's so much to look out at. Far more interesting than a street, and the air is fresher here. I'm waiting for my man to turn up, although I fear he may not show his face for several hours yet, if at all. He and his housemates have just bought a Wii you see, as if football and beer and mates aren't enough to keep a man from his lady. And what an absurd thing to call a games console anyway! Oh well, I've been told it's fun. We'll see! But what of me? I was standing by a cash machine with my friend W on Friday. It was lunchtime and we'd just been for a coffee in a small, cosy coffee shop just around the corner from work. She's having problems with her boyfriend who has some form of depression. She looked tired and worn and I wanted to give her a hug. 'Being an adult is just plain difficult isn't it!' I said, 'I want to be a child agan. It's so much easier not having a care in the world!' W laughed. 'Yes! All you have to think about is playing and school.' 'And where your next den will be. Or where your pencil case is.' We had a laugh. We both of us have our worries. I'll talk about that another time though. |
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Alarm bells on a Friday...
It's a quarter past three on a Friday afternoon and I'm counting down the minutes until I can leave the office. Today has been a tough day. Why must people be so horrible to each other, so bitchy? I thought I had a nice team to manage, was even telling some visitors this morning how I enjoy coming into work every day because everyone is so friendly, but of course I spoke too soon. This afternoon I've had to speak to 3 members of staff about various things (a 60 year old Asian lady in my team called another member of staff a 'stupid bitch.' Lovely!) Bring on home time! Things are going well in my life at the moment, at least I think they are. I'm smitten with my man and go all ridiculously weak at the knees when I see him looking at me. It's his birthday next week...I've bought him a football top for his team. I'm told he'll love me forever when he sees it. Good oh! However, there's a little cloud on the horizon in the form of one of his housemates in that I have the sneaky suspicion that the guy likes me. I was at a house party last Friday (or Saturday morning between the hours of 3 and 7am...I can't remember when) in their house. Everyone was decidedly off it or out of it, or whatever you care to call it, and I remember that I was sitting on the floor leaning back against the sofa, my head lolling, my eyes shut. Christ, what a sight that must have been!! I don't remember sitting down there, and I don't remember there being anyone behind me, but I was suddenly aware of a pair of knees on either side of my shoulders...ie. I was leaning back in between someone's legs, and that someone turned out to be blokey's housemate. I don't remember much of the conversation. In fact, I was probably not capable of stringing enough words together to make a sentence, but one thing I do remember. He put his hands on my shoulders and kissed the side and back of my neck several times (and eep, an email just flashed up on my screen from him - we've been emailing a fair bit this week about various things). It was very bizarre! I was too off it to care what was going on, and we were under the influence of a couple of substances which I won't go into, but still, it's not the sort of thing you do to your best mate's girlfriend is it. I think he fancies me. It's not just that incident, it's other little things that he says and does. I remember sitting in a club next to him about a month or so ago. We'd had a few drinks. He was sitting next to me, and he suddenly leaned in and said that I looked very sexy with my hair down and falling about my face. Alarm bells ringing!! He's decidedly good looking too which isn't the best. A little part of me feels very flattered to think that he might find me attractive. Must put these very dangerous ideas out of my head. It's all since Friday! Why must these things happen?! I shouldn't be emailing him should I. But it's to organise a surprise party for my blokey. But still...! Then again, I shouldn't be doing this in work time either, but fuck it, I'm the boss! |
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All things new
I'm moving houses at the end of the month, I'm getting a new car tomorrow (my first ever - I'm so excited I can't keep still), and I'm moving to brand new offices with work over the weekend. It's all a little unsettling I have to say. I'm a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Bring back normality! On a FAR more exciting note, the new bloke and I are going away for two nights of debauchery in a week or so. I can't wait! No trying to keep quiet because housemates are wandering past. Ooo er! Right, I'm off! |
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A lengthy catch-up
I've been off work for the entire week with a horrid cold. I don't think it's been flu but it certainly knocked me for six whatever it was; high temperature, aching limbs, headaches, general grossness, etc., etc. I've not been out of the house for days and, as a consequence, think I may be going slightly mad. Today, however, I feel suddenly better and the end of this illness seems to be well and truly in sight. Thank God! I want my life back! But anyway, I thought I'd take the opportunity to catch up with my poor blog...again. I add an entry after a few weeks of neglect with such good intentions of keeping it going, and then suddenly another month or so has gone by and I haven't thought to log in. I used to write a couple of entries every day, but not now. I'm definitely one for fads and I think perhaps this blog was one. Oh well. So yes, I thought I'd provide a 'This is where My Little Life is at in this precise moment in time on a damp and dreary Friday in early March' entry. Thrilled at the prospect? Don't be! Firstly, I'm almost 28. That scares me, but not too much because that's still young, and apparently I look younger than 28. All good! Secondly, I'm still living with my ex-boyfriend. Yes, I know we should have moved out of our one bedroom flat long before now, but we're lazy and poor and this flat is so very nice. I sense a question or two forming in your mind so I'll answer with a yes, we still sleep in the same double bed and no, it doesn't feel in the slightest bit strange. Well, ok, in a way it does, but on the whole not at all. Our relationship became sexless so many months ago that to share a bed together without any hanky panky going on has become quite the norm. We're a lazy pair when it comes to change of any kind, no doubt a reason why our 'relationship' dragged on for so long. But yes, we do need to move out, especially since I've discovered another person to enjoy a bit of much-missed hanky panky with (although there are problems there too, but wouldn't life be boring if things ran smoothly?! I'll come onto that another time I think). Thirdly, as suggested, I think I've just about bagged myself a new man. I've already mentioned him in this blog I see. I won't say too much about him for now. Suffice to say he's 26, Welsh (with one of those soft, deep Welsh accents that I love) and very gorgeous. He's not the type I'd usually go for, but there's something wonderfully sexy about him that I can't quite put my finger on. I'm an excited mess whenever I'm around him, and that's long before he slides a hand down the back of my jeans to stroke my butt. Have I mentioned his hands before? Yes?! Ok, I'll spare you this time. He lives with 3 other guys in a house just on the outskirts of Cardiff and I seem to spend most weekends there. I think perhaps that's why I'm in no rush to move out of this flat. I'm so rarely here lately. The ex must suspect that I'm seeing someone, he'd be foolish not to. I've not told him anything and he may well think that I just like to spend a lot of time with my 'new blokey friends', but he's not stupid. And on that note I find myself suddenly exhausted with typing this short novel so I'll leave it there. I'll be back in another month or two with some random update no doubt, so until then farewell. PS. I feel like I'm on Speed! Please bear that in mind when reading the above. Perhaps I ought to have put that at the start of the entry? Oh fuck-it! Bye! |
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The Irish are in town
I'm neglecting this blog quite badly aren't I. I must make more of an effort, and good God there's an awful lot to write about! The last two months have been interesting to say the least. It's a glorious day here in Cardiff today. Just how I like it! Cold and clear. I'm about to nip into town to pick up a couple of things, then tonight I'm going for a night on the town with W. She and I have riotous nights out, very drunken. That girl can certainly drink! And of course the pubs and bars will be packed with happy Irish people all here for the match tomorrow. Wales v. Ireland at the Millennium Stadium, our first match of the Six Nations. The Irish are favourites, but we'll see. I'll be seeing him again tonight too. He's out with a group of his friends and suggested W and I come and meet them for a few drinks at some point. He's gorgeous! |
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Getting 'on it'
I had a text off Flirtatious G on Saturday afternoon to say that he'd just booked another week's holiday in Ibiza with a group of his friends and did I fancy going. I cast my mind back to a Friday evening before Christmas when W (my new best friend in work) and I were sitting in a packed bar on a sofa next to G listening with wide eyes to his account of the fantastic holiday he had on that same isle last summer. I remember W and I deciding there and then that we would be going to Ibiza for a week of wild partying this summer. I suppose that's what made G text me. His text reminded me of the text conversation we'd had after I'd fled from the office Christmas party and I found myself scrolling through my inbox to find it for a laugh. Oh, the ridiculous things one says when one is ratted! G: S! Come and let me love you! Or, er, buy you a drink or summat. Me: Um, am in ---- Bar with AH and mates. Was getting far too upset in that hotel. Not sure why. G: Bless you! Don't be sad! I love you from the heart of my bottom! Me: And I love you from the heart of my bottom too G: But still, butt love... isn't it? Mucky business. Me: It's really not! G: Good lord! You saucy minx! If I were single I'd bum you good!
01:07 - Me: Happy New Year G! 01:10 - G: Yes, yes, that's all very well but are you hammered or what? 01:11 - Me: No, sober as a judge. About to have my first beer. Most bizarre! Am living some sort of nocturnal existence. How about your good self? 01:15 - G: What the fuck? I thought you'd be twatted by now! What gives? I'm getting clattered as we, er, text. It's going to be an extremely long night... 01:26 - Me: Late night last night. At a house party so just starting on the sauce. AH says hi! Did you have a good xmas? 01:29 - G: Very good thanks. Very relaxing. You? And are you and AH up to no good tonight or what? 01:29 - Me: Good God G! Whatever are you implying? Am being abused here by big men [Not as bad as it sounds - some of AH's friends were being a bit overly playful] 01:33 - G: I wasn't implying sexy time, 'weekend activities', if you know what I mean. And tell those big men to keep their mitts to themselves! 01:39 - Me: AH is on it. Not me. Mucks me up for a couple of days. Are you at a party? 01:43 - G: Yup. House party just warming up. City centre was too wet! Think you should succumb as a gesture of solidarity! 04:00 - Me: I've succumbed... 04:02 - G: Well, you're playing catch-up so get going! 04:02 - Me: Catch-up with who? There's some homoerotic stuff going on here 04:05 - G: ME! You loon! Where are you anyway? 04:05 - Me: At one of AH's mate's places. 04:07 - G: Good lord! Tell them to stop trying to bum each other! 04:13 - Me: It's quite amusing! You having a good night G? 04:15 - G: Yep! Quite twisted now. You? 04:15 - Me: Can hardly open my eyes 04:17 - G: Yay! And that was when the texting stopped for one reason or another. What a night! I used to be such a good girl, honestly! |
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Just one text
It bleeped onto my phone as I was walking home from work this evening after work in the rain, and it made me stop in my tracks (good job too because I almost walked into a deep puddle) and catch my breath. 'I want you in my arms.' That's all it was. Just six words. And I can't stop thinking about it. I've not been able to reply yet. I mean, what on earth do I say to that? Ok, I admit I've been in those arms on several occasions recently, and God, they're nice arms! And don't get me started on how gorgeous his hands are. I was sitting next to him on a sofa early on Saturday morning (3am I do believe) when my eyes caught sight of his hand resting on his leg near mine, and my mind began to wander. I had to look away. I've got a definite thing about men's arms and hands. But anyway, I digress! Well who was it from, I hear you ask. It was from a guy I met a few weeks ago at a house party. We've spent hours together at parties, but it's never been anything more than a few cuddles and a lot of drunken conversation. But there's definitely something very fascinating and attractive about him. He's in my mind all the time. Over a year younger than me too. And then the text. Completely out of the blue. Listening to: The Prodigy - Out of Space Thinking: What the bloody hell do I put in my reply? |
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