I was going to start this blog on a good note but i need to get my anger out of the way first. I read in today's metro that the high court in Italy has ruled that calling someone "a dirty negro" isnt racists. This is the place where African soccer stars, even Thierry Henry gets monkey chants and their caucasian team-mates feel "the chants were't too bad!" I found that disgusting, so whoever is still under the illusion that everyone is the same in the world, get the wool off your eyes! enought about that.

I put on one of my nice thongs with slogans this morning the one I have on says"attention getter". I have another one that says" weapons off mass seduction". I felt rather good when I put on my lacy bra to match the thong and my boobs seemed to spill out a bit They definietly seem to have grown. I wonder why. I am absolutely not pregnant and unless I am the second version of the mother of God, a Princess who got pregnant immaculately, that can only be the reason. I had gained a couple of kilos(depending on which scale i weighed myself) but i think with my flu and stress in the past couple of days, i have lost that. So it's nice to see my mounds(ha!haa!) having swelled up noticeably. I wonder how long that will last though, but for the moment it's good. I like it.

I spent yesterday with a friend who came to London for an interview with the university of Qatar. They paid for everything, flight, hotel, no pocket money though. we spent the day round covent garden, went to a nice spanish restaurant in the area, i let him call his boyfriend from my mobile(who seemed to have been missing him quite a lot, gosh after one night?!). I hope he gets the job, he has been thru too much adversity this year and he has such a generous spirit so im crossing fingers. I was knackered though and my breathing was laboured by the time i got on the tube. went straight to bed at 9pm, was up at 10:30 coughing up a storm. Made myself a cuppa, and that seemd to settle things down a bit. Oh, i got on the wrong escalators. Have you tried going down on an escaalator that's going up? the tube staff were concerned, im surpised i didnt break both ankles, it was just strange that i kept going back while attempting to go down lucky escape that.

I felt queasy so I didnt eat much. I called the agency to tell them im sick yesterday, they just called me now. I didnt take the call. What is wrong with these people? number one: I am breathing thru my mouth coz Im so congested. Number two: isnt it better for me to recover sufficently so i can work properly and not infect those vulnerable poor sods? any viral infection can send them to their maker early. For some it would be a better deal than what they have now, but i dont want to contribute to their potential early departure from this world.

I keep dreaming about death and george best is in it. I will have to lay off the news for a while.

A weird thing happened yesterday: my phone sent off a dozen empty messages to a friend in germany. I only realised it when i got a messages saying i have insufficient funds. So I am not a psycho, i dont know how it happened as I had my handbag on my lap the whole time on the tube and i apologise. It was weird and certainly not my fault. I want to throw this damn phone away actually coz I dont like it.

Im slowly getting better and I appreciate all the get well messages I got from my friends and fellow bloggers. It was nice of you guys so virtual hugs and kisses to you all(no chance of contracting the flu). I wont bitch about roommates, there is no point.I do need to get cracking on my research and my graphics designing course though. I have messed about for too long(another stress factor).

other than that, nothing much, i still have to get a long coat to survive this winter, unless someone is volunteering to whisk me off to a nice tropical island for a couple of weeks you will be duly rewarded, in kind or otherwise...not that im a trollop or anything

cheerio, hopefully i will sound like myself tomorrow and not that woman from "Frazier" or "The Nanny". god!
peace