Upside Down

I'm in a slightly better mood today on account of my car passing it's MOT. It's a fairly new car so I would've been shocked (and slightly suspicious) if it'd failed, but you know how I like to worry. My mood, much like the weather today, is changing back and forth from sunny to dreary. I'm not too sure if it's a woman thing, or if it's recent activities making me volatile. No, volatile isn't the right word - if I were in my volatile mood I'd have people avoiding me at all costs. Up and down sounds better. A month ago I had no idea what I was doing or what I wanted to do. Now I've got a much better idea of both, but things aren't moving fast enough! Lack of money is obviously very restricting. I'm conscious of the fact that I just have enough money coming in to cover my car repayments and health insurance. Good job too, the way things are going I'll be needing that health insurance soon. Thank god for Emma and her birthday present of a free spa weekend for two people next month! I am shitting myself at the fact that my credit card bill is due soon. Which reminds me, I must try and find those smelling salts ASAP.

I shall be lodging, once again, with Emma and the Mexican next week. Thankfully we're still on speaking terms but I don't want to push my luck. As soon as I get a whiff of a job offer I'll be checking out the local flat/house share prices. Mr Z has me under strict instructions to be aware of any "Single White Female"-looking lodgers, as he will be staying well away otherwise. Unfortunately, many freaks and weirdos hide their true selves pretty well - until the day you come home and find Eddie "Freddy" Kruger in your bedroom, wearing one of your bras and sniffing the contents of your underwear drawer with his wang in his hand. Oh god what a thought. I hope Em and Mexican don't get pissed off with me any time soon....!

Mr Z is playing a gig next weekend and I'm very excited at the thought of watching him play. Luckily, if my excitement turns a little....over-excited, we're house-sitting for Em and Mex that weekend, which means a house to ourselves. Good times! I'll even treat him to my home-made peanut butter cookies as a "Welcome Back from Brighton and thanks for not humping a stripper" present! My cookies are pretty amazing. I know how to win a mans heart. Ok, maybe I don't. But he'll freaking love those damn cookies! I, on the other hand, am back on the Slimming World diet. I'm not sure at which point I actually came off it, I just got fed up counting "syns". I'll stick to it this time though, Mr Z is rather slim so I can't be letting the side down. My mirror seems to have turned into one of those bendy circus mirrors which make you look like a rhino. Mr Z thinks I'm being stupid, and it's lovely that he's not bothered by size - it makes a refreshing change not to be judged on my appearance any more, but I have a weight goal and I'm determined to reach it. I think if I can accomplish that I can accomplish anything!

Fuck me am I hungry though.......