Thoughts before bedtime

Ok, lying in bed wearing the pink tshirt I've had since forever!  Thinking about my day, my job and why chocolate never lasts more than five minutes in my flat - it's like the black hole of Calcutta for choc in here.  I'm wondering why I emailed that waste of space otherwise known as my ex boyfriend today and said a most pathetic, yes, wait for it......hello!  I mean, come the fu*k on!  What am I, 12?!!  No JB, you're 39.  He didn't reply when I left this evening and I doubt he will have done.  Maybe he's been abducted by miracle workers who have magically transformed him into less of a wan*er!

Weary Wednesday

Today I discovered I'm 'under performing' at work - feel enlightened really to find out more about myself today than I knew yesterday.  So, I'm now 'incompetent' at my job and I'm 'under performing' at it too - came home from work at lunchtime and applied for the first job I could find online whilst eating a bowl of beef ravioli and drinking fizzy orangeade - yes, I really am that rock and roll!  Work really is such bull sh&t!