The World According To Me

Not that things haven't been happening, oh noooooo, just that I haven't blogged about them. Something about getting a call out of the blue from my ex who was up-to-date in all of my goings on despite us not having spoken in some six months….slightly disconcerting. But I don't want to be put off because I like this here blog. Also I am a narcissist and enjoy rambling about myself.

Moving at the end of this week - hurrah! I cannot tell you how excited/ fearful I am of moving house. I like the idea of having a new space to live in and to make my own, with just my very own memories to colour it. But it's the details of moving, all of the things I am convinced I will forget to do, and the packing and unpacking…if only I could cross my arms and blink in some I dream of Jeannie type of manoeuvre. Yeah, that would be good.

Cute boy of a few weeks ago who I kissed turned out to be a bit of a weirdo/knob. Never mind, found another cute boy to kiss the following week. How great is drunken pashing? It makes me feel young.

Agnes caught me another rat on the weekend. It did not appear to be on steroids as the last one was, but it was big and dead nonetheless. And she barged into the toilet to snook around my feet and purr and let me know that she was pretty bloody pleased with herself. Clever girl she is.

I have taught Lucy how to 'High Five', initially causing her much confusion as the hand signal for 'High Five' is the same as the one I used to use for 'Sit'. She has worked it out now however and patiently indulges me as I still find it amusing.

Esme is still a bit dumb.

Had an overdue haircut last week which has transformed my mop into a sleek curtain of shiny goodness. My miracle worker of a hairdresser took a lot of hair off/out, and I amused myself by collecting the bits that fell on me into a pile on my lap, happily telling him how I could make a wig, before realising that I was very close to compiling a mirkin over the top of the cape. I quietly brushed it to the floor and said nothing else. I am in love with my new hair, as I always am when I get it 'done', except this time there is a flippy bit that is falling over my eyes and causing me to get cross from time to time.

We had our staff reviews last week and mine took one hour which could have been summarised simply by saying "Hey, we love you and we love your work, just not enough to give you a decent pay-rise". I drank heavily on Friday night and once again am having a crisis about wtf I am doing. Not a baaaaad crisis though. I have rediscovered drinking and socialising and that takes the edge off somewhat.