"sskkyyypppeeeyyy?"






Honestly bitch, the word you may be looking for is "skype". And if you do not desist from contacting my uh, boyfriend, someday, I will introduce you to pain because clearly you are looking for my fist also.

I jest. Well, not really. But sort of. She is of that name and how funny that another of the three deadly sins should appear so soon after the first one. Well, she's the one who I have a problem with mainly. Because she simply won't leave him the fuck alone. Also because she's a cheating whore. And I'm not just being a bitch because she did in fact cheat on her long time boyfriend while overseas and sharing a bed with another man. And while there were witnesses in the room. I wonder if she ever told her now ex-boyfriend the gory details.

One day, one day. I will do a Gossip Girl-worthy blast and tear her reputation into shreds.

Also, made my boss almost cry from laughter because I pronounced the name "Sinead" phonetically. FYI, it's pronounced "Shin-ad".

Definitely dislike any person with that dreaded name. It's like... I see it. And then I automatically suspect something, even though it's completely and utterly paranoid of me.

The gut is never wrong though. I suspected something with her. I knew that she was never that trustworthy. And now... with this one. I suppose it hasn't helped that I have heard that all sorts of boys develop hopeless crushes on her. Honestly, that name is like a fucking curse.

Clearly, I still do not trust him. Then, I figure that it all happened in the past. And I should stop wasting my time perusing things which I can't change.

Ugh. It is so exhausting being paranoid. I would much rather get a tub of hot water and use that new Natio foot scrub that I got today. But I can't because I can't be bothered talking to whoever is in the kitchen because I simply do not have the energy to make small talk.

It is so true. Poor people always buy expensive dogs.

Dear E.,

Thank you for taking my call when I was this close to bawling my eyes out in public over my stolen cash. You are a lovely boy.

Also, I don't feel so bad now because mum has offered to pay for the dress... heheh. Oh, mothers. Sometimes you love them and sometimes you hate them.
Mum: Why are you sniffling? Are you sick?
Me: No, I'm crying over my stolen cash.
Mum: Are you still crying over that?

Speaking of the dress, it is simply stunning. It's made up of dark matte blue sequins and the cut of the dress is tea-like so it doesn't look trashy at all. Also, I appear to have lost more weight because now I fit an extra small. (http://www.dotti.com.au/shop/en/dotti/clothing/dresses/pretty-sequin-dress) I think I could possibly go down to an xxs because the xs still has more room around my waist... but my boobage won't let me do so.

Also, saw Magic Mike. I thought I had developed quite a tolerance to uh, crudity, but this was crudity to the next level. By the halfway mark, I had seen enough of the male form, thank you very much Messieurs Tatum, Pettyfer and McConaughey. Honestly, I do not want to see another male arse for a very long time. It was honestly like watching porn on the big screen. And while I managed to sit through the entirety of it, I was very close to simply covering my eyes (like I did with Bruno).

I am le tired.

Dear E.,

Today was pretty uneventful. So tired though. I can't actually remember if there was anything of importance today. Passed the big assignment (got it back today), so I'm pretty happy about that.

Mmm.... nope. Nothing that comes to mind. I kinda want cuddlesssss.

Dear E.,

You seem a little more negative than usual. I was going to say something about it, but I figured you were stressed about class. And I was quite right, so I'm glad I held my tongue. Seeing as we aren't talking very often, I decided I would endeavour to record something down every day so that I could remind myself to tell you about it when we next talk.

So, I found out today that the boss is indeed looking for another full-time pharmacist next year because she wants to be the part-timer as she will have two children running around. Obviously, I haven't given my word (what with this whole medicine thing up in the air). But it's getting extremely appealing... what with the pay and all. And as much as I love hearing about the things you're learning while at med school, I can also see that it will be another five years of my life gone. And potentially the rest of my social life for the rest of my life. You should hurry up and propose. Because I would settle being a pharmacist for the rest of my life if it meant coming home every day to you. I told my mother this. And she simply laughed at me and said that there are plenty of other fish in the sea.

Anyway, things on the gym front are interesting. I feel more toned but when I weighed myself yesterday, I had only lost one kilogram. I do think I have lost some fat though because some of the dresses which used to be quite tight seem to be fitting much better now. Still can't fit comfortably into THAT pair of jeans, but at least I can squeeze my tree trunk thighs into them. Also bonus, my chest has not shrunk (thank goodness)... because if I was to drop down to an A, I would honestly bawl.

L. wants me to sing another song at her wedding. And I don't want to. It IS her wedding though. So, I figure I should be accommodating because if my wishes weren't followed (EXACT wishes) for my own wedding... well, let's just say that there WILL be tears.

Also, saw I. at my flat. He came over JUST to iron his shirt. Hate to say it, but that alone kinda outs him.

I think that's all I can think of at the moment. Also, sorry for seeing the first Batman movie without you. But I figured you wouldn't be sitting there admiring Christian Bale's body with me in one accord. I will watch the second one with you because I find it rather scary.

When did you stop dreaming? Because I never stopped. Not for one moment.