Tiredness Kills...
Its only 22 minutes past 9 in the morning and I do believe I have surpassed my talent for moaning! Thats right folks, its started already! I do sometimes wonder why people speak to me at all, especially when Im in this odd sort of mood, which if Im honest has been following me around since last year when everything decided to go tits up.
However, regardless of this I have decided to proove myself and everybody else wrong and attempt (finally) to move on and get a fecking life! I'm not too sure what it is thats persuaded me, at the moment Im pinning the blame, or possibly praise on the loud mouthed wonder that is my mate Charlie, something she said in a discussion of said tits-up-ness made me decide that for once I'm going to do things the way everyone else on the planet would do them rather than my one woman demand for everything I want the way I want it! At the end of the day, we always said, if we're meant to be it doesn't matter how long we spend apart we will find each other again, and as sad as it might seem I do kinda believe that. But why sit and wallow when I could be out having fun?
And so begins my campaign for fun which previous to a couple of weeks ago I had found lacking in my odd limbo state existance. I started my campaign by taking my mum to the cinema last night, I generally seem to be a bitch to her so figured that I should do something nice, the film choice was given over to her and I must admit 'Mamma Mia' would not have been my first choice, in fact She seemed shocked when I turned to her and said accidentally loudly 'Oh fuck me they're not going to sing are they?'.
However, much to my amusement it wasn't too bad, quite funny and ended with me and mum massacring ABBA songs on the drive home. However all this jubilance and 1970's pop music seems to have taken it out of me. I'm absolutly shattered and this does not bode well for the long, drawn out day once again doing nothing at work.
Having said this I believe I am seeing my Izzi tonight for a girly gossip and wine...sleep can wait!
x
However, regardless of this I have decided to proove myself and everybody else wrong and attempt (finally) to move on and get a fecking life! I'm not too sure what it is thats persuaded me, at the moment Im pinning the blame, or possibly praise on the loud mouthed wonder that is my mate Charlie, something she said in a discussion of said tits-up-ness made me decide that for once I'm going to do things the way everyone else on the planet would do them rather than my one woman demand for everything I want the way I want it! At the end of the day, we always said, if we're meant to be it doesn't matter how long we spend apart we will find each other again, and as sad as it might seem I do kinda believe that. But why sit and wallow when I could be out having fun?
And so begins my campaign for fun which previous to a couple of weeks ago I had found lacking in my odd limbo state existance. I started my campaign by taking my mum to the cinema last night, I generally seem to be a bitch to her so figured that I should do something nice, the film choice was given over to her and I must admit 'Mamma Mia' would not have been my first choice, in fact She seemed shocked when I turned to her and said accidentally loudly 'Oh fuck me they're not going to sing are they?'.
However, much to my amusement it wasn't too bad, quite funny and ended with me and mum massacring ABBA songs on the drive home. However all this jubilance and 1970's pop music seems to have taken it out of me. I'm absolutly shattered and this does not bode well for the long, drawn out day once again doing nothing at work.
Having said this I believe I am seeing my Izzi tonight for a girly gossip and wine...sleep can wait!
x