Neglecting my Blog again. Yes I'm useless. When I stay at Mr Z's I like to avoid sitting in front of the laptop screen for long periods of time, it's usually much nicer to just cuddle in front of the TV! When I'm staying at Em and the Mexican's I feel a bit cheeky always borrowing their laptop. If I weren't in such a financial black pit at the moment I'd get a iPad (yes I admit I will eventually succumb to the "iGang"), then I could Blog on the move and look all professional and posh. Or something.
Not really feeling too inspirational in regards to writing this week. I may have pissed off Mr Z a tiny bit. I've been pretty stressed this last month, and I'm not by any means making up any excuses, but when I get stressed and worried about things I do have a tendency to snap a little bit. I don't even realise I'm doing it some times. Although to be fair, isn't that a woman thing in general...? But I think I've probably taken a step too far, now we're "cooling off" a little. Just writing that sentence makes me go cold (that actually wasn't a pun). I'm sure from previous experience most of you will know what "let's have a little break" or "We need to spend a bit less time together" really means. I hope I'm wrong - it's not very often somebody like Mr Z comes along and makes me feel as happy as he does. I'm confident once I settle into a new place (yep, still living out of a suitcase!) and I can stop feeling like I'm in everybody's way and I'm pissing everybody off for just generally existing....maybe he'll see me for the person I am on a normal day-to-day basis when I'm not so terrified I've made the wrong decisions again. So many times I've not managed to make things work out before, be it relationships, work or lifestyle, I've fluffed up a bit. Again. I'm training my mind to think positively, although it's a little hard at the moment. Maybe I'll write to Richard Gere, or Cat Stevens, and see how turning Buddhist has worked out for them...? I'm joking of course - I'd never have the guts to shave my head.
On the opposite end to being a douche, I had the fabulous news this week of my new baby niece arriving into the world at an eye-watering 9lb 14oz. Luckily for my brothers girlfriend she was a c-section baby. Imagine if she'd had to give birth naturally! Walking through the town on a windy day she'd whistle like crazy......
So, from within a depressing week came a shining light. I get to cuddle baby Molly tomorrow and be a proud Aunt, all the while hoping that she never listens to any of my relationship advice.
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