Nooz News

Thanks so much the people who left comments to my last (and first ever) blog entry! I was quite surprised that you weren’t scared off by my not-quite-sane-sounding-ramblings!

 

Obviously not, maybe everyone’s just as nutty as me really and just wander around pretending to be normal to make me feel bad! (sounds a bit like a conspiracy theory doesn’t it? Haha)

 

Had a pretty cruisy weekend, was nice because it felt like I’d actually got a weekend, not just a few hours in between work as some weekends feel like.

Spent Saturday with my two sisters, did some shopping and went out for lunch which was nice. My family are all Jehovah’s Wittnesses and as I am the black sheep of the family I don’t get to see them very often.  L

Saturday night one of the girls at work had a perfume party which was fun, I drank too much wine and ate too many cheese & crackers and spent far too much money on perfume which I know I will never wear and had a really really good night. . . until I left and met up with my partner at a friends place where I got stuck watching the rugby. Crawled home a while later feeling a little worse for wear and slightly suicidal! Haha As you do!

 

I did absolutely nothing on Sunday, it was divine! Spent most of the day stretched out on the sofa. AHHHHHHHHHHH!

 

And all and all wasn’t too bad either, eating-wise. Went a bit mad eating marshmallows yesterday afternoon, but it could have been worse! Doing a spin class tonight after work, havn’t done one before and apparently they are pretty torturous so I’m not looking forward to it! Oh dear.

 

By the way: Didn’t submit to the chocolate!! (Aren’t I an angel?!!!!!!!!)

Well, this is a bit strange - not too sure what I'm sposd to write in this thing, but what the hell!
Don't know if there is anyone else out there even slightly interested in my mundane ramblings, but you never know.

So here gos . . .
I'm at work, trying to look insanely busy (and not insane with boredom). Quite difficult to do when I'm given about two hours worth of work to spread over an eight hour day. Not helped by the fact that all work given to me requires the IQ of a cabbage . . .

When I get bored, or I eat. It makes me feel better! It passes the time! It fills my tummy!

So right now I'm hungry. And broke. But unfortunatly I'm fat too.
I need to cut back on my eating, especially with summer on the horizon

Which is louder? The sound of my stomach rumbling or the voices in my head?
And which would I prefer: a chocolate bar to keep me happy (with a full belly), and spotty, and fat or a bigger bank balance? (and hence rent paid and me not living having to live out of a cardboard box? Hmmmmmmmmmm decisions decisions!)

I'll just have to see how I go . . .