qwinz asked: you underestimate me ;) I could more than handle you hehehe

Bwahaha — I wouldn’t doubt it! xxx

qwinz asked: thank you so much! I want it sooo bad

;-)

qwinz asked: stop teasing me, and bring it! ;)

Could you handle it though, Brooklyn? Could you? Could you?!? :p

qwinz asked: UMMM YES. GET OVER HERE.

*arrives and glomps you massively*

I am jumping ship. 

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PS - I am still going to be reading on here - I have reduced my list of people I am following to the grand total of 8. 

…or maybe be nicely surprised. Who knows? 

I am planning on baking some mince pies (I know, it’s not Xmas) for my boy tomorrow for when he gets home on Friday. He has had a pretty shitty week, so I thought it would be lovely for him to have something nice to come home to. 

I say ‘nice,’ but this is me + baking we are talking about. In theory, if baking ability were hereditary, I would be the best baker in the universe. Unfortunately, I don’t believe it is. My previous tentative forays into baking have always tasted good but generally look like a bomb site. While pies are what I am aiming for, there is every chance that they will turn out to be crumbly piles of pastry with mincemeat sprinkled in icing sugar. 

We shall see. 

I’ll take pictures. 

Wish me luck!

Just two weeks left to go until David is back properly. No more weekends being cut short unexpectedly because of being suddenly called back to London. Even if he does have to work unexpectedly at weekends, it won’t be as bad because he is going to be home during the weeks and the chances are he will be called somewhere local. Safe to say that we are both pretty pissed off with his work today! Two weeks to go. Please let it fly.

Three weeks to go until my birthday. David has asked if there is anything specific that I would like and I just can’t think of anything. How funny. I guess, if he wanted, he could book me a couple of hours at the tattooist. That would be good. Expensive though.

My birthday weekend is promising to be a good one. We are meeting up with some of my friends and some of his friends, doing a bit of mooching and visiting the Saatchi gallery, which I am really looking forward to. 

Sod it, I’m off to read for a while. There is nothing on TV and the internet is really bloody boring me.

Well, it was worth a try. 

It was so nice today to be able to start work a bit later. I was pretty knackered and, according to my boss, I looked it yesterday so he said I could start at 12 today as it’s pretty quiet at work at the moment. 

I took the opportunity to have a lovely sleep in and a relaxed morning before walking to work. It turned into a bit of a rush towards the end because of my washing machine’s concept of time, which is apparently slower than the rest of the universe. Never mind, I was still on time! 

I find it funny that when you get a half day and you start later and finish at the usual time, it always feels like you have done a full day’s work whereas if you start at the normal time and finish early it feels like more of a break. Probably because that way you still get the afternoon. But, hey, I am not complaining! I felt pretty refreshed after ten hours’ sleep!

So, there are just under three weeks until my man gets home from working in London during the weeks and I can’t wait. 

We are off to London for my birthday weekend — I should imagine he would be sick of the place by then although it has been all work and no play for him while he has been there so it should be nice to do a bit of sightseeing and hopefully meet some of his friends. 

Where has the time gone? I am going to be 27 in less than a month. I can remember my 18th birthday as if it were yesterday and here we are almost a decade later! Scary stuff. 

It has been over a year since I first met David and we are celebrating our first anniversary on March 1st. It’s just mad, how fast time is going. David said that his Dad said he still feels 27 despite being somewhat more advanced in years than that. I can dig it. I don’t feel much different now to how I did when I was 18. Bit more worldly wise (I think!) but, in essence, still me. 

This year is promising to be a good one. My job is going well, I am enjoying it. We are planning a trip to Australia later in the year which is exciting. We have a few things that should hopefully start coming together over the next few months too. We are also hoping to be able to buy a house and get the hell out of this god forsaken city! Let’s hope things go accordingly. 

I was saying to a beautiful friend of mine the other day that things happen exactly when they are meant to. But that doesn’t mean that it isn’t pissing annoying when that means they don’t happen EXACTLY when you want them to! 

Patience is a virtue, as they say (whoever the hell they may be!) and it does feel nice to have plans in place. 

So far, it’s safe to say that 2012 has been great. Rewarding with the voluntary work that I am doing. Exciting with the plans we are making. 

Long may it continue.