Not From Around Here Are Ya Girl!
Hello there!
I will begin this entry by informing the readers that I am on day 6 in my attempt to quit smoking. It's sure not been easy in fact it's been like torture. I am sat here having my morning coffee (I'm trying to get a normal routine going. As in waking up in the morning rather than just going to bed...this hasn't been easy either)
Anyway, I'd usually be having a cigarette with my first coffee of the day. The two would go hand in hand, like Romeo & Juliet, French & Saunders, Atkins & Heart Disease...you got the picture right? But now I sit here feeling as if there is something missing, I know what it is and long to just light up and try quitting some other time, but there is no time like the present...and so the torture continues.
I got a letter the other day inviting me to a presentation day for a company I'm trying to get a job at. I emailed their head office manager of human resources with a killer covering letter and my CV and hit the send button. I didn't hear anything back from them and just assumed the email hadn't been read or that they simply hadn't been interested. But then out of the blue, when I'd forgotten all about it, a letter drops through my letterbox.
'I'm pleased to inform you that your application was successful' it began. The first thing I did was tell my Mother who was over the moon and she agreed to drive me up to where the presentation day is next week. I had to call them to RSVP which I did yesterday morning and am looking forward to Tuesday, I've been told it will be a mostly fun day.
On Sunday I woke early and decided that I for once wanted to get out of the house. So after watching some early morning Sunday television and popping a tape in the VCR to record the omnibus edition of Hollyoaks. I got ready and Mum and I went out for the day. We began by heading into the town centre and looking around a few shops. I went into the O2 shop to check if my mobile phone upgrade is available yet. They told me that it was. But the lady was kind enough to inform me I'd be better off waiting until next month before signing a new contract as there will be a new range of handsets being launched. Then I went into Blue Banana and bought some new body jewellery for my nipple and tongue piercings.
Mum and I decided to get on the road and head out of town for the remainder of the day. So we drove up to Exeter had a look around there, at which point my stupid back which has been playing me up for the past year decided to start giving me hassle. I'm not sure if it was the pain of the lack of nicotine in my body or both, but I found myself slip into a bad mood. So after grabbing a bite to eat Mum and I decided to head back home. In the car I took some painkillers, nice strong ones and as we hit the motorway Mum decided we would stop off at Newton Abbot on the way back. I said that would be ok as long as my painkillers had took hold by the time we got there.
Fast Forward to us pulling into the Trago Mills parking lot and me feeling ever so slightly doped up from the pain medication, however feeling in no less discomfort. I then spent the next (don't know how long maybe 45 minutes) slowly walking around Trago feeling like the living dead. When we got home the first thing I did was take some more painkillers and then rest for a little while. Later in the evening we had a lovely dinner that Mum made, it was roasted veg and lamb shanks with homemade minted gravy (excuse me while my mouth waters) My Mothers cooking is the best in the world, she's a chef and her cooking is responsible for winning the restaurant she works in some awards.
I had a bit of a falling out with people online on Monday. As the world knows Michael Jackson was a few minutes late arriving to court again, due to ill health. Some fans were making out like it was perfectly OK for him to show up late to court and hold up his trial, of course I disagreed with them on the matter. As I think he should try and pull himself together manage his timekeeping better as to not piss off the judge again. At least that way rather than the trial being suspended every time he's under the weather (like some fans want) Things will continue to move ahead and Michael, once vindicated, can get his life back sooner. I really can't understand the logic of his fans sometimes, it's like they expect him to get special treatment and want people who think of him as anything less that 100% perfect to be strung up! I love Michael with my whole heart and it pains me to see him suffer. But the knowledge that it is this trial causing the most part of that suffering puts me in the mindset for this trial to be over and done with as soon as possible. Having the trial suspended isn't going to help him, not one bit. It's just going to prolong his agony even further...some don't seem to quite 'get' it.
*rant over*
Anyway here we are, Wednesday morning. I'm watching the rubbish they show on abc,1. Just really dumb US sitcoms that aren't actually funny. But at this time of the morning when the brain isn't fully functional yet, it's at least slightly entertaining. America's Next Top Model is on later on at 10pm, love that show. The girls can get so bitchy and that of course is when the fun starts!
That's all from me for now.... take care
I will begin this entry by informing the readers that I am on day 6 in my attempt to quit smoking. It's sure not been easy in fact it's been like torture. I am sat here having my morning coffee (I'm trying to get a normal routine going. As in waking up in the morning rather than just going to bed...this hasn't been easy either)
Anyway, I'd usually be having a cigarette with my first coffee of the day. The two would go hand in hand, like Romeo & Juliet, French & Saunders, Atkins & Heart Disease...you got the picture right? But now I sit here feeling as if there is something missing, I know what it is and long to just light up and try quitting some other time, but there is no time like the present...and so the torture continues.
I got a letter the other day inviting me to a presentation day for a company I'm trying to get a job at. I emailed their head office manager of human resources with a killer covering letter and my CV and hit the send button. I didn't hear anything back from them and just assumed the email hadn't been read or that they simply hadn't been interested. But then out of the blue, when I'd forgotten all about it, a letter drops through my letterbox.
'I'm pleased to inform you that your application was successful' it began. The first thing I did was tell my Mother who was over the moon and she agreed to drive me up to where the presentation day is next week. I had to call them to RSVP which I did yesterday morning and am looking forward to Tuesday, I've been told it will be a mostly fun day.
On Sunday I woke early and decided that I for once wanted to get out of the house. So after watching some early morning Sunday television and popping a tape in the VCR to record the omnibus edition of Hollyoaks. I got ready and Mum and I went out for the day. We began by heading into the town centre and looking around a few shops. I went into the O2 shop to check if my mobile phone upgrade is available yet. They told me that it was. But the lady was kind enough to inform me I'd be better off waiting until next month before signing a new contract as there will be a new range of handsets being launched. Then I went into Blue Banana and bought some new body jewellery for my nipple and tongue piercings.
Mum and I decided to get on the road and head out of town for the remainder of the day. So we drove up to Exeter had a look around there, at which point my stupid back which has been playing me up for the past year decided to start giving me hassle. I'm not sure if it was the pain of the lack of nicotine in my body or both, but I found myself slip into a bad mood. So after grabbing a bite to eat Mum and I decided to head back home. In the car I took some painkillers, nice strong ones and as we hit the motorway Mum decided we would stop off at Newton Abbot on the way back. I said that would be ok as long as my painkillers had took hold by the time we got there.
Fast Forward to us pulling into the Trago Mills parking lot and me feeling ever so slightly doped up from the pain medication, however feeling in no less discomfort. I then spent the next (don't know how long maybe 45 minutes) slowly walking around Trago feeling like the living dead. When we got home the first thing I did was take some more painkillers and then rest for a little while. Later in the evening we had a lovely dinner that Mum made, it was roasted veg and lamb shanks with homemade minted gravy (excuse me while my mouth waters) My Mothers cooking is the best in the world, she's a chef and her cooking is responsible for winning the restaurant she works in some awards.
I had a bit of a falling out with people online on Monday. As the world knows Michael Jackson was a few minutes late arriving to court again, due to ill health. Some fans were making out like it was perfectly OK for him to show up late to court and hold up his trial, of course I disagreed with them on the matter. As I think he should try and pull himself together manage his timekeeping better as to not piss off the judge again. At least that way rather than the trial being suspended every time he's under the weather (like some fans want) Things will continue to move ahead and Michael, once vindicated, can get his life back sooner. I really can't understand the logic of his fans sometimes, it's like they expect him to get special treatment and want people who think of him as anything less that 100% perfect to be strung up! I love Michael with my whole heart and it pains me to see him suffer. But the knowledge that it is this trial causing the most part of that suffering puts me in the mindset for this trial to be over and done with as soon as possible. Having the trial suspended isn't going to help him, not one bit. It's just going to prolong his agony even further...some don't seem to quite 'get' it.
*rant over*
Anyway here we are, Wednesday morning. I'm watching the rubbish they show on abc,1. Just really dumb US sitcoms that aren't actually funny. But at this time of the morning when the brain isn't fully functional yet, it's at least slightly entertaining. America's Next Top Model is on later on at 10pm, love that show. The girls can get so bitchy and that of course is when the fun starts!
That's all from me for now.... take care
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