Yawn

Is it so wrong for me to want to go home to bed right now?
Not be stuck in this office until 9pm :(
I feel sorry for me sometimes.

HSBC Who?

I received this email this morning, to my work address;


Dear HSBC Online Customer,

We detected irregular activity on your HSBC Check Card on 02 December, 2009.
As the Primary Contact, you must verify your account activity before you can continue using
your card, and upon verification, we will remove any restrictions placed on your account.

To review your account as soon as possible please click on the link below:

*link removed, for obvious reasons*


Thank you for using HSBC Bank UK

We appreciate your business and the opportunity to serve you.

Thing is, I'm not a HSBC customer.
How people think they can pull a scam like this, or that some people manage to fall for it, is beyond me.

It's all systems go!

Work is madness at the moment and I seem to be spending an awful lot of my time there, hence the lack of posts. Apologies.
Also in my little world, I've been feeling stupidly tired. Stupidly.
Like to the point where I felt like napping a midday yesterday.
B asked if I was pregnant.
Stupid B.

Anyway, the countdown to Christmas is officially on now and how excited am I? VERY!
All my gifts are wrapped and under my tree, all my shopping is done and I'm amazed at just how much stuff I've bought. This time last year I probably had a handful of gifts and I was stressed to the hills.
This year is a turning point.
This year is different.
Better.
I can't wait!
Can you?

A Fight For The Car

B and I had an argument this morning.

Over the car.

I wanted it for selfish reasons, mainly because I'm sick to death of getting to work with wet feet.

B suggested I buy some wellies.

I told him to fuck off.

I ended up walking anyway, as my workplace is a 10 minute walk from our house. B's would probably be an hour walk. Luckily it wasn't raining, only windy.

Still, I think it's about time B bought his own car.

What to do?

B announced last night that he doesn't like watches with the metal bracelet type strap. I guess it's back to the drawing board with that one!

Conversation with the in-laws #1

Last night I cooked a splendid roast for B's parents. They came to visit to discuss plans for Christmas. Apparently they're thinking of going away to Germany. Great! Means I can spend this year with my family for a change.

It wasn't the visit that bothered me, or the fact that the in-laws are going to Germany (probably an excuse to get out of buying us gifts - which actually works in our favour, we can get theirs in the January sales), but the fact that B is trying to get credit for this Christmas.

in-laws: So Jessica, have you started your Christmas shopping yet?

Me: Well, to be....

B: Yes, we're nearly done, aren't we Jessica?

Me: *grumbles* Yeh. Something like that. Anyone for coffee?

-

I just had to get out of the room, I could have killed B. Making out that "we've" done the shopping together. When in fact, it's been little old me, like every year.

Santa better fucking bring me something expensive this year, otherwise people will be getting gifts from Poundland next Christmas!

Christmas Expense

I love Christmas and I love spoiling people, but I've just been playing around with some figures and it's not looking too healthy. To be honest I'm worrying that it might not all be do-able.

Looking at my wonderful Excel spreadsheet (yes, I'm really that organised) so far I have spent a whopping £600. £250 each for Poppy and Michael (my niece and nephew) and about £90 on B. It's also Poppy's birthday in the new year, so I've spent quite a bit trying to get her birthday presents out of the way. Now, opening up a new spreadsheet and totting up what's still left to get, leaves me wondering where the other £500 is coming from.

I wouldn't get that much if I sold my soul to the devil.

Sugar Daddy?

Prostitution?

Overtime?

I think a 'cut back' is the only way.

Not another fad diet

I'm not one to diet and such, but I am one to exercise and lately I've been squeezing in 30mins on the Wii Fit board every morning and then sometimes an hour in the gym. All depends on how much time I have to spare, or what time I can be arsed getting out of bed in the morning. This week hasn't been easy to do any of those. I've been working all hour god sends really and yesterday was my day to clean, clean, clean and relax. And it shows.

This morning, Wii Fit board told me:

BMI: 26.84
My Weight: 10st 11lb

Looking at the last time I updated my BMI and my weight, it looks like my weight has stayed the same but my BMI has increased a little. Not great really, is it? Well not if I need to reach my target (and healthy weight for my height) of 10st. 11lb seems such a long way off.

So today I am starting a diet, not one of your typical eat 1 piece of ryvita 3 times a day. Those types of faddy diets are just plain stupid. Of course you're going to lose weight eating a mere 96 calories per day! My diet is more of me controlling what passes my lips and hits my tum. Controlling the sugar content and trying to drink more water. The sugar content part is influenced by Quincifer, who is having a No Sweets/Desserts month and she's doing really well at it. I'm not sure I'd be able to go as far as to say NO to sweets and all things sweetie, but I'll sure as hell give it a good go. Doesn't help when this young lady blogs about tasty cupcakes though.....

Anyway, moving on from food (I can hear my tummy grumbling for Cadburys chocolate fingers already), I received a letter in the post yesterday, from my bank. Now, if anyone is new here or just passing by and wondering what the hell I'm babbling on about, feel free to check out this post here. So yeah, bank.... Yadda, yadda, yah! To cut a long story short, they told me how much they'd charged me in the 6 year period. £3000 or there abouts..... 3-Thousand-Pounds!
Boy, would that be nice in time for Christmas. I'd be able to buy a new TV (ours is about ready to die or something), maybe decorate our house a little? Maybe fund that OU course I've been harping on about recently.
Anyway.
Letter asking for it all back. Check.
In the post yesterday. Check.
I feel great today!

Relax

It's amazing how quiet the house is today.

I have another flexi day, yip yip and I've done everything that needed doing, including cleaning our bedroom. It was beginning to look like a typical teenagers bedroom and well, I'm no teenager. So needs must! Domestic Goddess eat-your-heart-out! I've even done the dreaded trip to the supermarket to do the 'big shop' and I have a splendid pork casserole cooking nicely in my slow cooker. Get me hey?

I'm chirpy and walk with a spring in my step.

The postman brought some wedding venue catalogues this morning, so I've just poured myself a lovely cup of Twinings 'Fresh and Fruity' Blackberry and Nettle tea and I'm going to settle down to a bit of Don't Tell The Bride, looking through catalogues and listening to a bit of Paolo Nutini, Air and Rachael Yamagata.

Tip top day for Jessica, I think so!

Goin' to the chapel an we're.....

You'll be pleased to hear that yes, I'm still alive and no, I'm not hiding from the men anymore. I do appear to be more of a 'curtain twitcher' since that event though.

Things seem to be on the up for me at the moment, pushing the conversation with B aside, we have decided to start saving for our wedding. Not planning. Just saving. But it's weird how even saying the word 'wedding' causes me to stress.

But then I stressed, shit, how does one know how much to save when there is no plans in place?? So, trying not to stress about the fact we have only said we're saving for our wedding and not planning... (heck we haven't even set a date yet) I've decided to start my wedding budget planner and piecing together my guest list and I might nip into town on the way home from work and pick up a scrap book and a few magazines. I'm not sure what B will think, coming home to the carpet strewn with wedding stuff. But hey, saving for the wedding was his idea to begin with.... And well, as I said, how can one save when they have no idea how much they need to save and what for?

B is home tonight, so I'm going to cook something nice, enjoy a nice glass of red and take a long soak in the tub.

I Wish You Love.

To all those that I have loved and lost.

Conversation with B #1

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Home Bound

I'm off today, flexi time. God, how I love it.

I had my whole day mapped out, gym this morning, followed by a swim and coffee at my fave coffee house with an old friend and then a trip to the Trafford Centre for an afternoon of non-stop shopping. Great, I thought.

The reality is that I'm taking refuge in my bedroom at the moment and all plans are on hold.

I have two very odd looking men sitting in a VW 4x4, right outside my house. One is trying to hide himself behind the dashboard and the other is on the phone. And has been for almost an hour now. They are worrying me, as I really don't know why they're there and at this very moment in time I feel scared.

That sounds pathetic. I mean, how can one be scared in the comfort of their own home?
I'm not sure how to answer my own question.

So, yes. I am taking refuge in my bedroom. Windows, blinds and curtains are shut as if no-one is home. I keep peaking out to see if they've gone, or got out of their car to see which house it is they are calling at. I feel like the serious neighborhood watch woman, or 'curtain twitcher' as B likes to call them. If I had balls, I'd be straight out there like a shot asking them what they're doing. But I don't. Some gene I think I didn't inherit from my Mother.

I might just crawl into bed and sleep through today.

Walking to work

Love it.

Fat

I had the biggest fry up for my breakfast/lunch today. So much for all that dieting and getting fit.
I feel fat.
And staring at these cakes didn't help me either. I've just run straight to the biscuit barrel to find it empty, so settled for a lion bar.

Naughty!
Wii Fit board aint gonna know whats hit it tomorrow.

Fucking, Miss Jessica Rabbit?

It would appear, after a recent blog stats check that most of my visitors have come through google and the popular search tag, I hear you ask?

Jessica Rabbit fucks

Which of course, brings them to this post here.
God, I hope they found what they were looking for....

Finished.

I finished my book yesterday and I'm not quite sure what I was expecting, but I wasn't impressed. The ending just seemed a little too 'meh' for my liking. I am yet to read a book that isn't one of my normal reads that has a good ending. So far, I'm not doing so good on my quest.

Even though I was off yesterday, feeling rotten, I managed to nip into town and do some Christmas window shopping. This year I plan to buy something for B that he hasn't asked for, or even hinted at. A watch. I've seen two I really like. Both chronograph, but one has a much bigger head than the other. The first watch has roman numerals instead of the usual numbers or dots. Mother liked the more traditional looking one, the one with the roman numerals. But I liked the size of the face on the second. Hmm.

There isn't much in the way of price difference between the two, maybe about £15. I hate making decisions. I guess I've done well to narrow it down to just two.

So, what do you think? Does the size of a watch matter?

One fire burns out another's burning,

One pain is lessen'd by another's anguish.

Sick.

I've been sent home from work today, sick as a dog. Sick, sick, sick.
It's only a cold, really. But I need sympathy and well, the boyfriend is working away for a few weeks and the dog has fallen out with me (he's been to the vets recently). So I'm home, practically alone and ill and I want, want, want sympathy.
Please?

So, seeing as I've got the house to myself, I'm setting up home on the sofa. With my duvet, the V+ remote, laptop and a bit of Belle De Jour & Secret Diary of a Call Girl. I've also become quite addicted to Four Weddings. So I might squeeze a few episodes of that in.

All in all, with plenty of hot chocolates, I think this is definitely a 'get well' day.

What is your ideal 'get well' day?

Wept.

I cried last night. I mean, really cried.
But it was nothing to do with the state of my life, the mess that is the current state of my house, the mundane-ness that is my job, no.
It was a book.
My current read - If you're not sure, you'll find it on the right hand side.
My Sister's Keeper.

I won't give anything away and tell you what I was crying about. But I shocked myself.
Never in a million years would I have thought that a book would have touched me so deeply to make me cry.

I'm nearly finished reading it and I'm just wondering how upsetting the last few pages are going to be.
I know it's coming.
Waterproof mascara at the ready.

Banker, Wanker

I have jumped on the bandwagon, along with millions of others (probably) who have put in a claim to the bank to have all bank charges (unlawful of course) paid back. I've been meaning to do it for a while. Well, if I'm being totally honest about it, I started a claim back in 2005, but got stupidly bored of totting up the amount of overdraft fees I had paid. So I gave up.
This time, I'm not giving up.
I must be owed thousands.
The letter went off to the bank this morning, requesting details of all my bank charges.
I await their response.

It would be wonderful if the bank came back with the response of:

Yes, Miss Rabbit, of course we'll refund all your bank charges.
It will be deposited into your account within the next 24/48 hours.

If only eh..... I have an absolute twat of a bank and I know they're gonna wanna take this to court.

I have my business suit ready!

A vast improvement

So, this morning before work I managed to scrape myself out of bed an hour earlier than usual.
I did my body test, 15 minute jog and enough time for a quick shower.
I somehow still managed to get into work late.
Go figure?

Wii Fit board tells me:

My BMI: 26.76
Weight: 10st 11lb

That means I've lost 2lbs since the last time. Woo hoo!

And on that bombshell I think I might have an hour in the gym tonight!

Writers Block

I can't believe I have nothing to type. Nothing to tell.
Nothing of interest anyway.

Work is work.
Shit.
Life is still dull.
Still a non-existent sex life (must get myself motivated on that one)
But I am still as 'in love' with the boyfriend as the day I first told him that I loved him.
Aaaah
*yacks*

Anyway, Miss Rabbit is entertaining some friends tonight.
What to cook?

I've woken up this morning to find the biggest spot ever, on my face.
It's almost the same shade as my hair.
Oh no.

That day.

The day I can honestly say that I fell out of love with you, was the day you threw me into a door.

Grabbed me by the wrists.

Called me a silly little girl.

The bruises have all gone now.

But I still hurt inside.
I will never forgive you.

And I will never forget.

March 2008.

Hmmph

There is someone in my life at the moment and they are really getting on my sodding nerves.
Its a woman, I'll call her Heti.
She's not directly in my life, or in my 'circle of friends', but she's most definitely there.
I know hate is a very harsh word and I don't think I hate her, I think it's more of a love to hate situation. Once upon a time, we were friends. Work colleagues and now she has this tight grip of my throat. I hate it, the situation. There really is nothing I can do to get out of it either.
She's always going to be there, throwing her two pence worth in.
I would like to buy a house in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by beautiful countryside.
Escape.
Yeah, that's it.
I want to escape.
Escape from you.

So I decided to look for some quaint properties, knowing that I would never be able to afford them. Well unless of course I won the lottery, but that isn't going to happen. So get real.
Still it's nice to look, isn't it?

This gorgeous 'little' home is on Hilltop Lane, North Yorkshire. How beautiful, please?
Here is what the estate agent has to say about it.....

Hill Top Hall takes full advantage of its elevated setting on the south western fringe of Harrogate with extensive views towards Almscliffe Crag and the surrounding undulating countryside of North Yorkshire.

Mentioned by Pevsner in his History of English Buildings, Hill Top Hall exudes the ambiance expected of a building with 17th century origins. Over the last eight years, the present owners have been particularly successful in retaining the integral originality whilst modernising the property to a high specification and the property now provides immaculately presented accommodation including an elegant panelled and beamed drawing room with mullioned windows, sitting room with feature ceiling and inglenook fireplace and superb dining room. With a pitched ceiling the redeveloped breakfast kitchen forms a focal point of the house. A spacious master suite together with three double bedrooms, family bathroom and a second floor bedroom/studio further enhance the appeal of what is undoubtedly one of the most attractive private residences in the greater Harrogate area.

Outside, the property stands in grounds of some 10.5 acres including courtyard gardens, sweeping lawns and a swimming pool. With the extensive facilities of Harrogate some 2.5 miles distant, the country setting belies the convenience for commuting to the West Yorkshire conurbation. Access further afield is provided via Leeds Bradford Airport and the A1(M) at Wetherby.

I would love to live there.
If only I had £2,750,000 to spare.
Pah!

Wine

With yesterdays evening meal, I decided to reward myself with a lovely bottle of wine. Not exactly sure what the reward was for, but still. So the boyfriend bought me four - I think he's just totally incapable of doing what he's told, either that or he gets a kick out of paying no intention.

Anyway, I was told to relax, chill out and just take it easy and that he would be my wine pourer for the night. Hmm.

Big mistake.

I didn't think to question why one bottle lasted me all night. But I was enjoying myself, so why should I? I've woken this morning to the truth and the reason I was such a mess last night. I'd drank (quite easily) 3 bottles, just to myself.

I think he had high hopes of getting me pleasantly pissed and having his wicked way with me.
All he really got was to listen to me with my head down the toilet all night.

I still feel ill now.

It's cold

I've taken the plunge, as I'm sure many of you are doing and put my central heating on.
It's bloody cold today.
Thinking about making myself a cup of tea and crawling back into bed with my book.
Lets have a 'make Saturday feel like a Sunday' day - I know I am!

Wow

Looks like the Calorie-Count-Chicken worked, either that or it's all the walking around I did yesterday and the half hour spent on the Fit board, wiggling my hips like a maniac!

It would appear I have lost 1lb since yesterday and according to the Fit board I am making steady progress to my ideal weight of 8st 13lb.

I can't see it happening in a hurry and I bet I'll pile on that 1lb plus several more at lunch!

My BMI: 26.99
Weight: 10st 12lb

Day in work.
Bored.
Roll on 6pm
The photocopier is doing my swede in!

Calorie-Count-Chicken

Cheap and cheerful, some kind of Asda concoction.
Tomato & chilli and I have to say, very yummy indeed.
Served with rice.

Only 548 calories. On top of the tuna pasta I had for lunch, sip of cherry coke, buckets of water.... Oh and a Praline Flake (how could I resist?) I have to say I did very well.

Normally there would have been bread, crisps and extras thrown in there, but today I have been a very good girl.

Not even a drop of wine has passed my lips tonight and the rest of my evening will be spent in bed with my latest read. I'll be extremely pissed off if the boyfriend decides he's going to watch a dvd again.

Not sure if I want to go into work tomorrow, I guess needs must and all that baloney.

Miss Jessica Rabbit tries to lose some weight.

According to the Wii Fit board I've just invested in, I am overweight.
My stats are stacked against me and I need to do something to change that.
So I'm going to 'get fit' on the Fit board.
Not sure what my challenge will be, but here are the results of today's test:

My BMI: 27.19
Weight: 10st 13lb

Eeeek!

And yes, just for the record, I've pulled another sickie. At least this time it's for a good cause, sick of being classed as overweight!

Charity Shop: Update

These are my finds:

Shanghai Baby by Wei Hui
Adultery For Beginners by Sarah Duncan
The Seahorse by Tania Unsworth
After Ever After by Rowan Coleman
Talking To Strangers by Anne Cassidy

Made my day even better.
Now, what to have for dinner?
Chicken with a lush bottle of white.
I think so.

What a lovely day!

No stress, bugging, noise, nothing!

So now, I'm just about to get my backside out of said Minnie Mouse pyjamas and hit the charity shops. I'll give you a hint as to what I'll be looking for:

Anonymity

What is the world coming to? Why can't people these days post blogs and remain anonymous?
Next you'll hear that I, myself, Miss Jessica Rabbit, am not who I say I am.

Who gives one?
I most certainly don't.

Anyway, back to reality.
I've pulled a sickie today, really couldn't hack another day like yesterday. Everything just went wrong and I wasn't in the right frame of mind to be in a working environment. Not to mention the fact that they've still got me on 'Theft Watch'. How exciting. Detective Jessica Rabbit, on the case. Oh fuck off.

It's great to just sit here for the day, in the most sexiest pyjamas ever (Minnie Mouse, okay maybe not), with my laptop perched on the sofa's arm and myself cuddled up to the biggest sofa cushions known to man. Why is it that us dolly birds love cushions so much? Might google it.
The Blinds are closed over, the doors are locked.
It's nothing more than me, daytime crappy TV, lots of tea and warmth.

I think it might rain soon.

Lighting

Why is it that men are so incapable of turning off the lights when they're finished?
I've just nipped upstairs to find 3 lights, all left on. I wouldn't mind so much, but he's not even in the house!

Where does he think he is?
Blackpool. Fucking. Illuminations?

Fuck, fuck, fucking fuck.

I guess it's true to say that I'm royally fucked off at the moment. Too many people are just taking the piss, my blog hasn't been working out the way I want it to and I just can't seem to motivate myself. Mainly due to people pissing me off. You know who you are, should you just randomly find my blog one day.
I doubt it, as you are far too concerned with your own little 'bubble' to give a flying shit about anyone else but yourself. You know what I'm talking about too.

Work is shit.
And you piss me off.

The end.

Rawr!

I've just realised that my new blog template looks utter tramp without typing a title to each blog post.
Something I thought I'd never do.
Oh well.

Jennifer?
Who the hell is Jennifer?

Just received this:

Goodmorning!



Hope the sunrise gets you well and you are enjoying the weather,mine weather is
cold and cloudy today.


My name is Miss Jennifer,am desperately searching for a true lover though
love is not all about find the right relationship but how to maintain it.


I believe all relationship should start from friendship cos good friends a great lovers.
I am a single,heart broken long long time ago... but stil looking forward to getting to know someone along the way.


I am very romantic, i love to stuck myself long time in bed and make sure my partner sleeps with a big smile he will never forget.Anyway i will like to get know you more better, you can
email me at my email so that we keep close to each other


Rememember distance does not matter thats why we invented aeroplane neither coloure cos we have only one race and thats human.
Nevertheless love matters a lot.
I wait impatiently for you reply at my email


Yours miss Jennifer with love and Hugssssss

For one, it's afternoon and another
Who the HELL is Jennifer?

Is it so wrong of me to not want to go to the cinema to see a film that I have no interest in?
Think it might be easier to become a lesbian, or a nun.

How rude.
I've just secretly farted and blamed it on the dog.
Glamour-Puss. Eat. Your. Heart. Out!
*winks*

Twitter.  Why bother?
I mean who wants to see that the latest person who is 'following' you on twitter has a username such as gnsayahodxmt ?

And who types up tweets such as

B.r.itne.y s.uck coc.k and f.ucked, Hi.lton, Loha.n, and lots more...

No doubt this user will be kicked off Twitter within the next 30 minutes or so.... But still, oh very dear.

It's all make believe, isn't it?

Don't you just hate emails like this?
I should reply really and express my feelings about it.
Or maybe I should just add their email address to various porn newsletter sites and see how they like it.
Maybe later.
Day off tomorrow, can't wait!

GOOD DAY,



REQUEST TO BE MY GUARDIAN AND THEN HELP ME TO COME OVER YOUR COUNTRY:


Good day and how are you today? I hope fine? After going through your profile,permit me to inform you of my desire of asking you to be a guardian or foster parent to me and then help me out in what i am about to tell you. I know this may sound strange to you , receiving a mail from an unknown person, but my condition has forced me to do that.


I'm Ms.Marina Robert 19 years old,the only daughter of Late Mr. & Mrs.Alexandre Robert my father was a very wealthy cocoa merchant here in Abidjan, the economic capital of Cote D'Ivoire. He was poisoned to death by his business associates on one of their outings on a business trip,my mother died when i was a baby.


Before the death of my father on April. 2007 in a private hospital here in Abidjan, he secretly called me by his bed side and told me that he has the sum of Two million Eight hundred thousand United State Dollars USD ($2.8million) deposited in a suspense account in one of the big banks here in Abidjan.


He then strongly advised me not to seek for assistance in the investment of the money from his lawyer nor any of his friend here but to seek for a foreign partner from a country of my choice (outside our country,Cote D'Ivoire) that will assist me in the wise investment of the money.I have since left the money in the bank with the view of my making use of it for investment purposes after my education carrier here. But as you may be already aware by now, our country (Cote D' Ivoire) is presently at political crises. Rebels have already taken over the whole Northern part of the country and making efforts towards to capture the commercial center of the country, Abidjan, where i am now.For this ugly development in this country, i have now decided to take quick actions and have this money transferred out of this country before it is too late for me in doing that. I now want to transfer it out and use it for investment purpose like real estate management or hotel management. Because of this i am honorably seeking your assistance in the following ways:


(1) To serve as a guardian to me and then assist me transfer the money into your bank account.


(2) To make arrangement for me to come over to your country to further my education and then settle there parmanently. If you accept to stand as my guardian or foster parent to me,


I need not discuss on any percentage with you as you have to see the whole money as yours and then assist me invest it. But if you still want a percentage, i am willing to offer you, 30 % of the total money as compensation for your assistance. Please tell me if you feel the percentage i offered is not ok by you.As soon as i receive your concrete assurance to assist me with my proposal and also your full contact address/phone number, i will then give the bank your contact information and then tell them to transfer the money into your account as i want to come over to stay with you parmanently.


The bank will then contact you and communicate with you on the transfer. You shall then be giving me information on when the transfer will be over.I shall also send my pictures to you and shall also need yours own too. No matter what your decision may turn out to be, please i beg you to keep this highly secret for my safety, as i believe that those people that killed my Daddy are still after me.


Thanks and God bless you .


Best regards,


Ms.Marina Robert

I forgot that yesterday was World Alzheimer's Day.
D'oh!

The office is so boring today and I've been given the mundane task of 'keeping an eye' on the new girl.  They think she's thieving.  So the girl shoves some post-it notes in her handbag.  It's not like she's robbing the bank, is it?  Heck I've even been known to over order the stationery, just to meet my needs at home.  Give the girl a break goddamnnit!

So whilst I've been 'keeping a not-so-close eye' on the new girl, I've also been messing around on the good old www and I've turned my most beautiful self into a Super Hero!

General Hardened Whiplash is the name, whipping is my game *winks*

If you're as bored as me, then I recommend wasting 5 minutes of your day turning yourself into a Super Hero.  I know you want to!

The Hero Factory

Or why not waste even more time sending me links to funny stuff to entertain me?

Your call.

Have you ever just stopped whatever you were doing and wondered where your life was going?
I just have and it's finally hit me that really, my life is going nowhere fast.
Now, what to do about it?

Change of career?
Try a different genre of books?
Move house?
Have an affair?

Well, no time to think right now.
Must sleep.

I wish exporting blogs back from Wordpress to Blogger was easy. Copy and pasting my last few entries was so very tiresome. But alas, I'm pleased I'm back.
Feel right at home now.

Well, I will do once I get home!

It’s absolutely gorgeous outside and I have so much to do – I’ve still yet to put together my little gift box for my friend – And yet, I’m stuck in the house.
Again.

The postman avoided my house like the plague this morning, which in some ways is great. Means I don’t have any major outstanding bills to be paid. Yay!
But then again, it does mean that I don’t have any new books I can’t even do a Charity Shop round either.

God I hate everything today.

I’ve never quite understood why he does it, as he knows it annoys the hell out of me.
But I would actually like to know, why?

Why he insists on watching a movie when I’ve just tucked myself into bed for an hour or so of reading?
Why he insists on have the tv at a stupidly high volume?
Or even why he thinks I would want to strike up a conversation with him, about nothing of interest?
Why?

Do you know?

It’s been a bit of a while, hasn’t it?
Two months or something like that?

Well nothing really new to report on, I’ve picked up with my reading again which keeps my mind from thinking the un-thinkable and the un-likeable. I’ve taken to reading ‘real crime’, with a bit of thriller fun tossed in for good measure. Keeping me on my toes and keeping me from starting arguments. Always good.

A friend of my recently announced she was so down/upset that she felt suicidal. She’s not a very close friend, but one I hold dearly in my heart. So I’m on a mission for the next few days to put together a lovely little box full of things I know she’ll like. And that’s just it, I don’t know exactly what to put in it. I mean, what exactly do you send someone who’s feeling suicidal? Flowers? Candles? Smellies?

Oh bugger, by gum. This is going to be fun.

No, I don’t want a kiss.
No, I don’t want a cuddle.
No, I don’t want you to mither me every 5 minutes.
No, I’m not okay.
So please just...
Leave.
Me.
Alone!

Last night The Boyfriend got stupidly drunk with his friend and announced that he would be proposing to me soon and that if he did, what would I say?

Romance and surprise wasted.

She’s back and she has more to moan about than ever!
She’s given up smoking!

It’s been a lovely day today, Sunday Roast with the family and The Boyfriend came along too.
No niggles really, might have caught a bit of sun on my back from this mornings gardening, but apart from that all is good.

We plan to go out for the day tomorrow, depending on the weather.
I hope it’s nice.

Home alone tonight.
Bath.
Book.
Bed.

We have had a fight. A proper one.

I shall blog about it later, when I’ve got a bit of spare time.

Oh my god! I finally gave in last night and we had sex. I’d forgotten just how much I enjoy having sex with The Boyfriend, it was amazing!

On another note. The Boyfriends Valentine card came through this morning and I’m extremely annoyed. The envelope read “Please do not bend” and the bloody thing has been folded in half and is creased to buggery. Ah well, when he reads the special message inside I’m sure the creases won’t phase him.

I’m in a pleasantly good mood today, no moans, niggles or annoyances…. Yet!

The Boyfriend got in late last night and listening to all the clumping around and what appeared to be typing I decided to investigate. Low and behold, there he was sat comfortably at the PC.

Me: “Might have known you’d be there“
The Boyfriend: “What do you mean?“

At that point I retreated back to the bedroom. He followed.

The Boyfriend: “Are you annoyed with me?“
Me: “No“
Sleep.

This morning we all got up as normal and I logged into my emails and thought I’d check the stats for my blog. Knowing that the website was the last thing I looked at last night I clicked history to find the link. What was I faced with?

The Boyfriend searching for his ex girlfriend on Facebook.

Well, well.

I’m in bed, blogging from the comfort of my phone. Great this technology lark, aint it?

Anyway, I’ve been thinking about my sex drive a lot recently, or lack of it and I’m not totally sure why it’s gone. I’ve always had such a high sex drive and even lost previous partners due to being ‘over demanding’ in the bedroom. But for some or unknown reason mine has just gone straight out the window. I’d sooner have a cuddle than a kiss… Thats how bad it’s gotten!

The Boyfriend is hot and I mean, totally hot and I know there are loads of women out there now who would kill to be in my shoes – not trying to build up his ego here at all, afterall I am an anonymous blogger – but he is a pretty tasty piece of meat! And that leaves me wondering if it’s me as a person I’m not happy with. Since we’ve been ‘officially’ an item – and I say it like that because we ‘unofficially’ dated for quite a few months previous – I’ve put on a bit of weight. I’m not as thin as I used to be and that sometimes plays on my mind whilst we’re having sex. Then I think about all the stresses and worries that I’ve gone through and they probably don’t help either.

Ah, I’m rambling again. And as I’m posting from my phone, this probably isn’t going to make any sense whatsoever! So on that note I shall try and get some rest. The Boyfriend will be home soon and I’ll just pretend to be asleep as usual… Just to avoid that all important contact. I must be mad!

The more time I spend with him, the more irritating the little annoyances become. I find myself secretly logging in to my blog on the sly, just to let out a little moan. Afterwards I breathe a sigh of relief. It doesn’t calm me down, it just makes it feel like I’ve ‘got it off my chest’ without creating a bump in our relationship.

He came in from work earlier on and announced he was working again tonight. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind him working. Not when it’s bringing extra money in. It’s just the fact that he doesn’t give me any sort of warning or notice. Which I hate. I hate the ‘not knowing’. I’m a planner and it annoys the hell out of me when my plans get messed up, especially if the person messing them up is The Boyfriend.

Another annoyance.
“I’ll do the washing up babe” – Great, wonderful I thought. Just gone to make myself a cuppa tea so I could settle down to blog, only to find half the dishes washed are still filthy. What the?! and then I remembered my Mum once giving me a piece of advice and I really should put it into action.

“If you want something doing properly, you’re better off doing it yourself“

Then again, do I really want The Boyfriend to turn into a big, fat, lazy slob? Wayne Slob springs to mind.

Oh no, oh dear.

As this is my first post, I guess I should kinda explain what this whole blog is about. I shall keep it neat.

I’m Miss Jessica Rabbit, or otherwise known as 'The Girlfriend' and I have had this title/chore officially for about 6 months. As much as I love it, sometimes it gets a little annoying and this blog is to vent my frustrations. Frustrations that seem petty to me and not worthwhile mentioning to The Boyfriend.

I am the type of person that will avoid arguments and petty rifts at all costs. If I feel an argument or storm brewing, I will always certainly run in the opposite direction. I hate conflict, especially if it’s not needed. Some things do need mentioning though, like for instance leaving the toilet seat up. why do you men do it? Dirty laundry on the floor, especially when there is a laundry basket to hand. Why? Things like this really grate on me. But for fear of creating endless moans and arguments about them (that always seem to go in one ear and out of the other) I have decided I shall blog them. Then it’s all out in the open, out of my system. Easy. Gone.
So if you’ve decided to follow this blog and you’re male. Please do not be offended by anything here. I post for my own sanity and so that I don’t become that niggly Girlfriend I’ve been in previous relationships. My identity is withdrawn and I shall remain Miss Jessica Rabbit from this day on.

Enjoy!