SO that's why I can freely speak now and know full well that Mr Romeo himself ain't gonna see this. You see my dilemma is this, I adore my husband, he's a cutie and everyone tells me so but he's not very good at impulse romance and planning, FORGET IT, no chance, if it's longer than two weeks away, he doesn't wanna know.  My mother used to always tell me to carry my passport around in my handbag because you never know when that special someone is going to surprise you with that special trip to that special island. Yeah right, get real mum, please, he was supposed to organise a surprise birthday for me a couple of years back, but then ended up asking me where exactly we should have the venue and who he should invite. See what I mean, he's crap.

to not buy me flowers tomorrow. Because you know that's what he's thinking. WHY??? I hear you cry. Well he probably doesn't think it's worth doing anything because I'm at my Javascript course until late tomorrow, and then we have to catch the 7:15 train to Vermont first thing Friday.

Listen a nice meal AND flowers would be nice. Hey I can always take the flowers with me and I will. Ok the dinner is pushing it I guess but come on a nice little bunch of flowers would be cool.

On his good points though, the little love does still hold my hand when we're sat on the couch and he doesn't complain TOO much when I wear his jeans....he's a good one really.

Ok enough of that.....so, after I re-visited my bank and I went to the gym where I saw a friend of mine Emily. Now the last time I saw her (week or two ago) she just said a quick hello and went off to workout...I didn't think much of it at the time. So today I see her on the treadmill, go and say hello and she can barely lift her head to answer me, I mean she was really fucking rude. So I congratulated her on getting promoted to head chef at the Australian restaurant in Soho (can't remember it's name) and promptly left feeling very snubbed. Of course as I'm running I'm panicking, because then I'm thinking that she's read this site and I've said something, probably along the lesbian line (she is one) or maybe something about the restaurant, (although I remember really talking it UP). With all this I STILL felt guilty.

So I finish my run (knackered) then stretch, do some situps and go to get my bag from the locker room. So she's there, so I say, "so what's up with you then"? in a firm but nice enough tone. Anyway she explains to me that since her promotion she is mad busy, working a 14 hour day (yeah talk to Morpheus, Sharon, Friendy, Des...they'll tell you what a full day is girlie) and that she only has an hour at the gym and needs to FOCUS on exactly what she's doing and not be put off by anything or ANYONE. JESUS!! So I'm like well there's nothing quite like enjoying your job is there, especially if your like this Of course she explains that she loves her job and that she isn't being rude to me, she just has to focus. PLLLEEASSEEE....so with that I just got my stuff and left...fuck her, too hot in the kitchen, well get out then and stop complaining.

It's a shame really because this girl is a riot, always makes me laugh, tells some shockingly fabulous tales. Oh well, never mind, christ what a joy she must be to work around in the kitchen....poor bus boys!!

Right well I have to look up Style Sheets today, advised by Morpheus and Miss Shepherd as these are clearly the way to go when designing web pages. I'm also waiting for "nameless" to call me to look at apartments.

Cooking chicken fajitas tonight for Kiwi Boy and my Morpheus, looking forward to that, it'll be nice to see Kiwi and check out how much weight he's regained after living it large in Aussie land.