being a bit more politically correct....

I guess the book could easily be for girls. it's in its formative stages. it really doesn't have a structure just yet. please do encourage your children to read it once it's published. give me a couple of years.

drink

on top of what i've just said, i'm meeting a couple of mates tonight in my home borough and i really want more than just one small glass of wine. but i know i'll just have that because i can't afford it, i've got an interview tomorrow and i'm trying desperately to shift some of the weight i carry around with me all day every day.

i actually don't know when the last time i got drunk was. which is a good thing i guess. but at the same time makes me really want to get trashed on magnificent wine.

i started writing a book for boys today. it's a spy book. it rocks.

hurty eye

i'm really rather bored at work. i don't do much. what i do is fairly average (though recently my work output has dramatically increased due to my not imbibing quite so much alcohol every night, if at all) and I like to feel that I am wasted here. Though I'm probably not.

I've got an interview tomorrow to be a PA to a Royal Mail executive chap. I'll try my damndest to get the job as i'm scared of being out of work in two weeks but then I know, if I get the job, a couple of weeks after starting I will be just as bored, frustrated, wasted (probably not) and I'll hope that I can log onto the internet from where I work.

Though i suspect the Royal Mail have some blocks on what their staff look at.

I really don't want this job but my private girls school side really really wants to get it. it's a bit confusing, frustrating, wasted.... etc....

and now my eye hurts.

my first blog

just started this cos my mate said she had and i hate to be left behind.

never too sure what to write though. I once wrote something in the middle of the night, furiously typing away at my keyboard, thinking I was creating a work of unimaginable genius. Woke up the next morning and realised it was utter pap. Since then I've sworn off writing, sensitive soul that I am. So here I am, returning. Not that I've got anything to write about. Is this supposed to be angry rants or clever observations or just some mindless diary thing that is supposed to act as some sort of therapy? well, I haven't stopped just yet so I guess it's working in some way. That button keeps saving my work. clever.

ok, so I'm going to see if I can find my mate's blog now. Is anyone even reading this?

I love wine.