An Unhealthy Addiction & A Dawn of Realisation

I have an unheathly (quite literally) obsession with Cheesy Dorito's. I'm not sure why this obsession started but I do get them for certain food at times. Last month it was cherry tomatoes (not just any ones though - they had to be Spanish!) which at least are a healthy option. If the Dorito one carries on at this pace I'll be double my current weight in a bloody month & none of my fabulous jeans will fit me *sob* & unless its an immaculate conception I AM NOT having the cravings of a pregnant woman, thank you R!

Speaking of R, we had a right laugh today when I did something trivial for him & he said "I'd marry you tomorrow" by way of a thank you, to which I said I wouldn't marry you & he was like why not? At which point everyone else in the building piled into my office having heard the rumour R had proposed to me but I'd said no. Do you see how theyse things start?!

Anyway, I pointed out the fact R comes in stotting drunk at 6am at weekends, waking the whole household up & that if I was his wife he wouldn't get away with that. I'd change the locks & he'd have to sleep outside. As I was saying this I was walking back & forth between mine & JK's office delivering the mail, with R following me like a puppy. "I'd divorce you in six months," he snapped. "I wouldn't last six minutes married to you," I snarled.

Meanwhile all the guys were looking at each other in puzzlement so R said "Don't worry we're just having a lovers tiff. We'll be fine when we've had our make-up shag." At which point I couldn't keep up my acting & burst out laughing. Sorry babes!

As you may know I have been stuggling with my faith (or lack there of) in recent weeks. Not any more. It dawned on me last night that I am not ready to just turn my back on Poseidon & Epona as I've believed in them for the past sixteen years & that's quite a long time. So go ahead, make your signs I ain't biting anymore because I know my two Gods help me out once in a while & keep all I hold dear, safe & well.

In lesser news our non American didn't show in today then graced me with a phone call to say he had a interview this morning & that he may be in this afternoon. Of course he wasn't. Technically I should have fired him as per J's instructions but I'm not going to do her dirty work for her. That's what she wants me to do so I'm not going to give her the satisfaction.

Anyway I am off to lie down as I feel worse than shit (thank you Mother Nature for blessing me with ovaries - not) slightly comforted in the knowledge that my sister moves out tomorrow. Thank Epona for that. It's only been what?? Eight weeks? Seems like a bloody life time.

Oh yeah & as I know you'll be reading this D'ville: Spider-pig for President!! ;D

Ciao for now

TJ