This was soon quashed after watching 10 minutes of Rosie as she always makes me laugh.
So on my way to work I decided to buy my trainer some flowers and get them sent over to him, because I felt very bad for not turning up to my session. I went to a shop called "Lotus" (I think) on 7th Avenue, just beyond Garage Gourmet, firstly they're was a guy in head phones when I walked in which I thought was very funny and totally unnecessary in a flower shop. Secondly, this woman told me that the price range STARTED at $50. HHHEEELLLOOOO....I hate to sound mean but don't you think $50 for something that will most definitely DIE within 3 days is a little excessive? (Sorry Cliff, I love you mate, but not that much). Of course when she saw my face, she back off a bit, and suggested that I send these beautiful blah blah blah flowers in a thin glass vase (about 5" tall). I asked her to repeat their name, but still couldn't understand what she said. I was told that the total, including tax and delivery would be $35.50......SOLD TO THE CHEAP BRITISH BITCH IN THE CORNER.
Cliff was pleased, and now I've got a class in the morning at 11....see how gestures work, then again, you don't have to gesture anything if you show up when supposed to...
Once I got to work I started to feel a bit edgy again, pre-menstrual I think. Anyway a situation happened where basically I messed up on invitations to certain people at the summer house, which I did at the weekend when I was a bit tipsy. Yes it's totally my fault and I'm an idiot, but a certain friend pissed me off today, because I'm not feeling particularly strong and mighty as I usually am and I just didn't need to hear the "well you should take responsibility for your actions" bullshit. Anyway it doesn't matter as I'm much better now, I just don't want to see ANY of my house guests before the weekend, as we will be spending a lot of time together, so I need this time up until Thursday for just me and Morpheus.
Look you can tell I'm in a bad mood as I don't want to write anymore today, and when do I EVER not want to natter on??
Oh I almost forgot: