I just encountered a trio of screaming 12yr olds on the tube who for some reason had been able to purchase lubricants, female condoms, male condoms and were even talking about vibrattors. ok, they might have been 13yrs but no older.

It disturbed me a little bit. They were trying out the "thrill lube", thats the one thats supposed to tingle(and it does because i have tried it), fortunately they weren't trying the lube on their fannies although theykept lifitng their legs and spreading them and using the word "fanny". in the end when they got bored with the thing not tingling their palms(it ain't meant for the palms right?) they wiped their hand on the train seats. I thought i would retch!

I did give the one who screamed a lot the evil eye and her friend told her to stop screaming. It seems they are going to use those as stocking fillers although one was terrifed of her mumm finding out.

I'd like to know why a shop would sell girls under 13yrs in their school uniform sex lubricants. \

Christmas has taken a whole new meaning i think. I guess better safe than sorry for them.

On that note, enjoy the festivities/holidays next week.

Happy christmas and best wishes for the new year

i found this ittle email in my inbox. the nerve of the bitch. or bastard!:

hi
I am sonia I saw your email address today in conversation word and found you worthy to be mine as some one whom i can lay on his arms as long as love is concern, caring and teassing you all the nightlong, If you are interested in knowing more about and for me to send you some
pictures of mine please contact me
thus,,(soniadion2004@yahoo.ca)please am wainting for you with alot of kisssssssssssssss and love.

Is this for real? i dont think hotmail takes phishing or junkmail seriously. i alsomost laughed at this, then i got pissed off.
you see the xmas season is stressing me out already. I had intended to just send a few xmas cards, no presents or to totally ignorethe whole thing. I have probably spent enough to feed a small village in african right now thereby starving myself. Is it worth it? do they appreciate the gifts? there isnt a great selction out there and they are all horrendoubly overpriced. a little hand cream, a little gift set all going for 20-30 quid. who cares? will they use all this sht we buy? why am i even compelled to shop for people who dont even think about me./ whjat is wrong with me?

I hate the month of december, i hope it passes really quickly!

That's me. Three friends I havent seen in a long time emailed me a picture of them together at a little reunion recently. One had a kid 9months ago, another has always been on the hefty side even in school, big curves and the other was always tall with endless legs. coulda modelled really.

Miss Tall told me a while ago that someone from the past saw her and asked if she was pregnant. She was offended by the question obviously and i couldnt imagine that she'd gained so much weight that she looked pregnant.Then she sent me recent pictures from her engagement party and she looked stunningly beautiful, not a bump in sight. However, seeing the photo of the three of them today....my first insitct was when did she get pregnant?! she has a nice round belly and she was wearing skinny trousers with a fitted top and it looked to be a a sexy pregnancy belly.

I emailed back and theanked them for the photo, commenting that the curvy one looked great(which she did, I was seeing her for the first time in a dress looking girly), i commented that miss Tall still looked taller, after deleting stuff about her having to watch out. The other one has shed much of the baby weight but she'll never be as skinny as she was.

So where did i go wrong? eventually i couldnt resist and sent her a text saying she should reduce the sherperds pies (because she had said how much she bakes then and eats). of course she was offended and said she thought we had all agreed to stop discussing weight and asked what it was i was trying to say. I said apologised and said i didnt mean anything by it(which is a lie) but still said she should be careful.

Now i am feeling very very guilty. I wish i had had the self control and not done anything because it wasn't nice and it was hurtful. So i was a shitty friend and she hasnt responded and i am wondering if i should phone later.

She still looks pregnant tho...

I must be a bad blog friend for i am losing a friend every week. the good thing is i still havent worled out who left me( and i can usually spot them) so i shall not miss them too much:p.

A bit of a crises, with my being sick, B has been calling constantly wanting to know where I am and what im doing and wanting to meet for drinks and coffees. B is a friend who is strating to get rather annoying and seems slightly obsessed with me. I cant be too harsh on him coz i dont know how he might flip. he just phoned me now to ask why i didnt reply his text message and i told him i went to bed early, im still trying to recover from whatever the hell i've got. I had to cut him off pretty fast but it's really draining.

Interesting thing: ive taken some pictures of my tits with my new camera phone, out of boredom more than anything(ive never had a phone with a camera and all the other things). naturally, i showed some pics to some people(boys and girls).At work yesterday one boy said he never thought i'd be the type to take such pictures but he really loved them. his first reaction was "it can't be you!" and for the entire evening he was apparently talking about them(according to the manager) who also seemed befuddled. they are tasteful pictures and the one they saw i have turned into my wallpaper but the nipples dont show, so they see my upper torso and a bit of boob. The one guy who is a friend saw it by looking at my phone when i wasnt looking. sometimes people think we are dating but i would never date him(eeeooow!). He had the audacity to say " they can't be yours because gravity would have taken it's course and if they are really this good then i would have paid to look at them." he then went on about how the picture doesnt look like me and so on. My response was that unfortunately for him, he will never have the pleasure of seeing him in the flesh and that they are still as upright as he saw in the phone. I am pretty ceratin he went home and wanked after, particulalry since he hit his head against the wall trying to leave.

Anyway, i thought maybe i should put up the picture here(if im brave enuff, and hear your verdict) what do you think?

Two potential dates. i'm still coughing like a maniac, especially on the tube. I've taken to drinking my cough mixture from the bottle. the other passengers must think i'm bonkers but hey, they gave the cold to me. The dates won't happen then. Their loss...well, maybe my loss, i think i will be alone staring into glass of wine come december.

My landlord who is about to sail away to the caribbean(thank goodness!) wants us to finish all the alcohol he has bought before he leaves. I told him we will probably die from alcohol poisoning by the time he leaves. We had red wine yesterday...well the remnats from his dinnerparty on saturday where all the women were ex-girlfriends. more like ex-fucks really. Two of them were adamant that they want to spend christmas with him. he lied and said he wont be on the island. Apparently two exes battled it out for his attention last year and we are talking about people in their 70s here. What a life!

He told me about a friend of his who died from the excessive use of viagra, and he claimed he died with a hard on! i didn't beive him but it sounded funny after a glass of wine and we both laughed hysterically, particualry when he said he has no experience with viagra and i sniggered.

I guess I just want to get well and go out and about instead of staying in and watching i'm a celbrity get me out. I can't belive how bitchy they all are especially towards the american janice, because the americans tend to have bigger personalities in this show. is it jealousy? i think so.

Anyway, enough of my bitching. I hope u are all well and healthy.

I have a white corset that a friend bought for at a charity shop with the price tag still on. why anyone would pay THAT amount for a tiny srcap of material beats me. I was reluctant to try it on but she egged me on until i relented. God those things are tight. I sucked my stomach in while she zipped it up. Fortunately I hadnt had breakfast and i was able to breath in in. The only problem was with the boobs: i thought they would escape....not that they are large or anything. i think the corset was slightly small.

I took it and threw it in my wardrobe and forgot about it. Last Wednesday, in a moment of sheer panic whilst wondering what to wear to a friend's birthday dinner, the corset fell out whill i was hurling clothes about. The only problem was what to match it with. I tried a skirt, it didnt look good as it wasnt a pencil skirt. I tried a pair of balck trousers, they werent the right fit, but i finally settled on another pair of black trousers, applied make-up quickly and got ready to go.

The dinner, at a trendy restaurant in westourne grove was at 7pm and living a mere 6mins away on a bus, i was still late considering other girls were coming form other corners of London. I had to run for the bus, which made breathing even more difficult in that contraption and it was the same as soon as I sat down to dinner. I briefly wondered if i should just unzip it and eat with my boobs on display. afterall i Had a very nice neclkalce on so that would have been enough. I tried to calm myself down so i could breath normally but it was too late.

The phots look great. The corset looks wonderful, but i am still massaging my stomach so the rest of my organs can get back to their rightful spots.

Corset are a calamity and don't belive anyone who says otherwise!

For some reason my wisdom teeth have decided to grace my mouth with their presence now! a little too late in the game as I dont have space in my mouth for then and the little bullet stcking outwhich calles itself a tooth is digging into my lower jaw causing me pain plus a gaping wound.

And then, there is my friend B who left his "foodstuff" (if you want to call granola and butter that) with me for two weeks and has been hounding me at odd hours. fortunately I made sure i met him in the street last night, at 23h00 as I had to travel from a friends place to give him what belonged to him. I had a mammoth headache at the time and truly wished i had had a dribnk to dull the pain. He hugged me three times and kept calling me baby and i excused myself and left.

Now, i have been invited for dinner tonight by a sane friend and i have to go to a birthday party tomorrow where i am expected to dress up and drink a bit.

I'm knackered and the whole thing is a real bitch!

1. Stupid american bozo: (by text)-" hello Princess, how are you? sorry im late in contacting you, could we maybe meet next week?". Idiot, i thought, but it was still nice to get the text.

2. JOhn, who is a random guy i met at my street corner on my way to buy lemsip kept ring, unfortunatley i couldnt meet him.

3. Yesterday, random boy at london bridge tube who liked my earring struck up a conversation. he managed to get my number and he is phoning today for a dat. me thinks i made a very good impression. I should watch out,I talk to strange guys a lot as if i have known them for ages. He seemed nice enough, he has a good job and his own place. But...he is too short.*sigh*. still a nice night out to dinenr mightn't be bad.

4. Boy I went to school with whom i was on my way to meet yesterday when i met shorty. I rather suspect they work for the same bank at canary wharf. Small world. Anyway, we had dinner and a great conversation and laughed a lot. Havent seen himn for atleast 7yrs and he is no longer shy. It felt a bit like a date.

5. kevin(a friend who is ultra christian) who rang me yesterday. we are meeting today. yes he has a girlfriend(although his friends used to think he was gay in scholl), but he is great to hang out with and im sure we'll have a good time.

6. Older middle eastern man(not quite sure which country), on the tube on my way back from "date" with schoolboy friend. he started chatting to me and flirting a little. naturally i chatted back and well..flirted back! i think he wished the trip would last longer. he got off at green park.

7. Friend whom i'll call B, texting me at midnite to keep a couple of items of shopping for him coz hed lost his keys. wouldnt say where he was gonna sleep(logic dictated that he'd take his muesli and spread with him!). I went down to meet him in my PJs(i was in bed), he kept staring at my tits and made me uncomfortable. told me i looked cute and called me baby. my skin crawled but i have to be careful how i deal with him.

8. Alan, who rang last night lamenting our non-meetings and discovering he knows the boy i saw yesterday. They both dont have notes to compare except to say how fabulous i look perhaps!

Men men men. good and bad, but it's fun to finally start thinking of juggling them, although i find that difficult. a few dinners wont hurt will they

sorry i never got to conclude my Vienna adventure. I've been down with a bad cold, still recovering although i managed to get a shag in the middle of it. yes the same guy from some weeks ago. anyway, im feeling rather depleted, someone told me sex definitely gets rid of flu/colds...not quite but the healing process is definitely fun.

It seems i am at that time again when men of all sorts come out of the woodworks. I was acoosted by a guy on my way to buy ginger and other cold busting remedies. Im pretty sure i looked like hell because i sure felt like it, i could barely speak at the time and he asked for my number. I agve it to him. He rang twice, sounds sane enough but he will lose interest as I dont seem to have the time to see him.

The american boy who chased my friend's for my number turned out to be a wanker. never turned up, gave stupid excuses about traffic the first time and then some cobblers about playing netball the next. I dispatched him to the nearest hell...in so many words!

The slave begged me to have a drink with him. he was ever so grateful, afterwards he phoned me begging to come in for coffeee. what??? i told him to go to sleep.

Vienna: to cut the long story short: I didnt shag him. I guess I am a good girl at heart. I did lie to him when we went to the zoo and told him I wasnt wearing knickers. He spend the whole day pre-occupied with the state of my pussy. he kept asking if it was warm enough(it was a slightly chilly day and i was wearing a dress). This amused me because i think it was turning him on. I never put him out of his misery, he keeps emailing asking if my pussy is as beautiful as my boobs wbhich he still thinks about. Indeed it is, i told him, i said if he'd asked i might have let him have a peek. Arent i bad!

Now i need to recover and start blogging properly again.
cheerio

Having spent the afternoon being hydro-vibro-massaged at the spa, we went home, cnaged again and went out to dinner. i tucked into some ribs and fries, had a couple of mojitos(he was still drinking lemon tea and shots of brandy to deal with his cold). personally i thought he was just being a big baby. There was a band who were performing songs by Elvis. they had the right hair cuts, the right accents and their voices werent bad. It sounded funny to me when they sang in their American twangs and then said "danke schon!" after each song. WE sat right near the stage and the whole atmosphere was great. I kept asking him when we were going to the "disco" and was surprised to find out clubbing started at midnight there.

We went to a fair afterwards and took one of those speedy horrible rides after going into a "jack the ripper house of horrors". I screamed. a lot. Particularly when the lift was hurtling up and things were dropping in, lights going out then then being suspended mid-ride. It was all in good fun though. Getting home around 11pm, i put on the "war paint" and put on my little black dress as I had promised him. OOh how he loved it. Cleavage, make up and my telling him i wasnt going with knickers on must have brought him close to the edge!. I'm sure he wanted to check and make sure i was bare but i wasn't gonna let him. sometimes one's imagination is more potent than actual information.

Anyway, we got the club, and it had changed a lot from the last time he'd been there. Let's just say a lot of the men couldn't exactly admire me as they were too busy admiring each other. I did get a couple of appreciative glances and hellos but that was all. I must be getting old because by 2am i felt like i was falling asleep on the dance floor. We left half and hour later got back to his flat, but then he started panicking about having to spend the night at Frankie's place since she was expecting him to. Basically they've been together 2yrs, his first relationship at 43yrs. She is a bit controlling, wont even give him a a key to her place but she had to this time since she was away and he couldnt play with me...or so she thought

So i said goodbye, he wanted to kiss me, i offered him both my cheecks and a little hug and waved him off. He didnt sleep the whole night as he told me. Not my fault i said!!

Real fun

When he came in the follwing morning, i was still in my PJs.We had breakfast while he read the tabloids and we saw the equivalent of a page3 girl there. I thought her tits were fake, he disagreed as he had felt fake tits in a strip club in Hungary before. I still think they were fake. Later on after my shower I put on this push up I got at a market in Italy for 2euro. Good bargain for a la perla and no it wasnt a knock off. Anyway it gave my bust a real boost and a friend happened to ring while i was strugglinh to zip up my dress. He knocked on the door, i let him enter with my top half still exposed. He said my boobs looked fake and so I told him to come and feel them. I instructed him to close his eyes, but he said he still wasnt sure.So i unhooked my bra and let him fondle my right boob. he opened his eys and i rebuked him. He closed them immediately again. I have to say as soon as he touched them I felt myself go warm "downstairs. That was totally unexpected. After a few seconds I told him he'd felt enough and he could go. That set the tone for the whole day as we continued flirting.I was "warm" for most of the day. I had on a white dress which i imagine makes me look a bit like non-virgin Mary:p.

We went around the city, flirting the whole day and when we went home later in the evening, he confessed he didnt think he would be able to sleep again. What i didn't realise was that he was sooo turned on that he really wanted to shag Frau Frankie that evening.Well, i guess shag me thru her. She said no. She was mad because for the first time in their relationship, he was having fun on his own terms and he'd actually gone out without her even though she goes away once a month alone with a friend to dance all night with a guy and ogle other men or do something. I dont understand it but hey, who is asking?!Maybe she sensed his attarction to me i don't know.

I felt rather naughty that night since he'd left his laptop on for me and showed me some porn website he visits sometimes(i was sitting on his lap at his insistence then), after he left i looked at some porn and had a jolly good wank after. I decided to up the tempo the following day by wearing a yellow summer dress without a bra, that gives me a great cleavage and is a bit see thru. I also told him i'd shared what had happened with a friend and the friend had dared me to let him touch my boobs again since it had turned me on. After my shower, i went past the kicthen(where he was cooking us a lunch) starkers and asked him some inane question and moved on to dress.

After i'd put on the dress, he told me he thought i should keep my promise to my friend about letting him touch my boobs. So I let my dress drop at the top(was still wearing jeans underneath) and let him touch them.he seemed to be afraid to touch them and i told him they weren't fragile he didnt have to be so tentative. Then he pecked each one and i thought"you've got a long way to go my brother!". he turned me round and sat me on his lap and continued and when i tried to break free and didn't let go. So there we were going around his sitting room with his hands glued to my boobs:D. he let go eventually and we were able to go out...

I slept like a log that first night, he instructed me to sleep on the left side of the bed and i thought that was a bit weird. it turned out the only bedside lamp was on the left:p. He finished work early and i was already showered and dressed when he came in at noon. Still a bit nervous it seemed but we thrashed out a plan to go some media centere and just take it slowly that day. I found their underground system to be very effecient and never crowded. I guess Vienna has about a third of London's population. The streets were also clean and people were staring at me. No, i mean staring, men and women alike. Maybe they could see I was a stranger, i rather suspect it was the huge colourful earrings I was wearing.Gerald had a cold and like most men, it seemed to be the end of the world, I dont know how many lemon or echinaecia teas he consumed, whislt wearing a heavy coat and a scarf that I bought him. I was panting as we went from place to place, ending up at a palace where Herr Hitler used to give his speeches. i took a picture of that balcony. Eventually we had to go indoors as it was slightly nippy and have yet more tea and something to eat. lunch at 4pm. I aopted for a risotto, he had some kind of strudel and my risotto was very sour. we thought it might have been the cheese. On the up side, the waiter was rather cute and spoke to me in English. I balked when he called me madam.I much rather prefer "Miss"!

He got into a slight panic that night because it was just after 9pm and he was supposed to be at his girlfriend's whom i shall refer to as "frau Farnkie" at the time. He didnt take the present I had bought for her, a beautiful pashmina, and some fudge for both of them. That made me ponder a bit but i let it go. We were going to a spa the following day so i had to worry about mowing any grass that needed mowing and other beauty thing women struggle through

I must have overslept because he knocked on the door(his own apartment) some 5minutes after i'd got up in my tiny weensy pajamas and he was momentarily floored. I thnk i kew then, that he definitely fancied me and I decided then that i would have a bit of fun with that knowledge. Point one: making coffe, i made sure i was standing on tip-toes with my butt jutting out a bit to take down mugs and everything, and i worked around him like it was the most normal thing. Credit to him, he behaved normally and we contunued to chat sitting across form each other in the kitchen and breakfasted together.

The Spa

Great place, having chnaged into the bikini, i met gerald in the hall and for some reason i felt completely naked. thinking about hips and thighs and bum but hell there were people of all ages and all sizes and i didnt have to worry! We started with the hydrotherapy and it was wonderful. Being massaged by water in all places is a wonderful feeling. I felt all the tension leave me.Alsmost immediately in the pool a rather good-looking guy started stealing furtive glances so i looked back and smiled. He gave me his mega smile in return:p. Meanwhile i was playing footsie with gerald at the same time poiting out how my gaining some weight had given me some boobs(talk about stating the obvious). Of course he stared and we had a giggle and i was touching him to emphasise points but keeping my eye on the God next to me. Unfortunatly the guy dint say anything other than smile a lot, maybe he though gerald was my boyfriend which he could have been given our body language and then G felt bad because he thought he was jeorpadising my chances with this guy.

Shock and horror later, the guy turns up at another much warmer pool with a little girl perched on his shoulders! We wondered if it was the same guy and whether he was married. he didnt smile this time so i totally ignored him and then a woman appeared on the side of the pool. We reckoned she was a wife or girlfriend. Bastard! G being sensitive kept being apologetic because he "really wanted things to work out for me". I said to him: smiling at a guy in a pool at a spa when you are on holiday means nothing. He has a lot to learn this man.

He asked if i wanted to go into the sauna later, pointing out that it is a mixed sauna and everyone goes naked there, even telling about a 20yr old who last year, made sure she parted her legs so the three guys in the room could check out her fanny and then promptly closing them when another woman came in. They loved it of course! I was slightly bewildered and i didn't want to seem a prude. Also, there was frisson of...something in the air and betwen us and I didnt think it would be such a great idea for both of us to be naked in a sauna. Somehow, the line of innocence had innocently been crossed. he was goading me, telling i should atleast try something "austrian" and I told him It would have been ok if it wasnt him, that for some reason, i dont see how we can look at each other and chat normally after being naked together albeit with other people. In the end we were saved from making the decision because we got out of the pool after the session had started. the next one was after 45mins anhd we had to go home, get ready to go out for dinner and then some dancing much much later.

Oh....Faru Frankie was away overnight and so he had a chance to have some fun. He did. we both did.

more later....:D

A girl i know has just been howling like a hyena. i rather suspected someone might be dead as i dont know how someone can be so anguished unles there is news of death. I was right, two of her friends calmed her down a bit and i asked her what happened. Her mother died. She lives abroad. I can't imagine anything worse than ebing told your mother has died over the phone. Atleast I got to see mine before she died. I think she is still in shock.

I feel upset now. I told her i was sorry but what more can i say? those words are never enough. I hugged her as well. She's like a zombie. She knows my mother is dead and and i can understand to some extent how she feels but i can never claim to know. All i know is the worst is coming for her and i hope she will have support to deal with the aftermath. She is an oly child and "best friends" with her mother.
sad. reallt sad. I know it's part of life but it's still sad.

oh, the mother had the flu???!!

What a beautiful city! What a wonderful time. I wished my holiday would go on and on forever. To get to relax so totally and have a bit of fun was a first in a very very long time for me.Mind you, it started off horribly. I missed my plane in the morning(last thursday) because it seemed everyone was on an early flight plus security at Stansted was unusually tedious. Seeing how my day started at 2am in order to get the 6:60am flight, you might understand how pissed off i was. They detained me for a bit because tey were doing "a moisture test" on my clear plastic baG WITH LIQUIDS. bY LIQUIDS I AM REFERRING TO MASCARA, A COUPLE OF LIPSTICKS and a small tub of moisturiser. I couldnt leave them behind as they had my coat and mobile in their stupid dirty baskets.

I knew i was hoping for a non-existent miracle when i ran to the gate, making woman with babies part with their prams in a bid to let me get there faster. I heard them make one final announcement, when i got there, the awfully smug little man told me i'd missed it. All that running and lack of sleep made me momentarily feel like attacking this bastard and threatening violence to the security people!!

I had to buy another ticket for the evening, at 3 times the price of the first one. I now hate Ryanair completely and i feel justified so don't argue. How dare the secruty guy says my bag is over the limit? their scales clearly do not work the same way, kinda like bathroom scales. Anyway, the evening flight was delayed, they made us put our shoes thru a machine and i bitched about picking up germs on a dirty a filthy carpet.

I eventually arrived in Austria at 1am. My friend picked me up from the slovakian airport(i am bver going back to slovakia...EVER!). Awful bitch there. Gerald, my friend, was happy to see me and he wanted to explain how everything worked in the flat before dashing out to his girlfriend's flat. He was really late and he was goona get a good bollocking. He did. It turns out he could have stayed at the flat but he couldnt trust himself to be in the same house as me without getting crazy "downstairs". perhaps madam had sensed this.

He came back to the flat in the morning and so my fun started.
more later

I went to Nice last week,just for a couple of days and managed to fit in Monter carlo and Cannes. Canne was underwhelming, i dont know why they make such a big deal of it. However, then weather was superb and i was glorying in my little dresses and sunglasses, fitting ptroperly into the scene. It was my first time there, and i would like to go back. My awful french only got me so far but a brilliant smile got me further.

Then it was off to Italy, the south of Italy, where italians dont normally go, judging by my italian friends' horrified expressions. But hey if you wanna chill out and frolick in the sea it's where you go. I went with a girlfriend, primarily to visit out girlfriend who needed our moral support in living with her toyboy's boyfriend's family. She acted like a spoilt brat and was a bit selfish, we realised the family are quite nice, we had a nice apartment they let us stay in, we drank a lot(with meals) although we did go to a cocktail bar and the bar man who had lived in London before served us potent cocktails and mojotos. I had five, they had two each but we walked home ok. In the end we were rally glad to leave her.

The good thing was we got to see out male friend(whom i'd had kisses with when he lived here but we deny it to everyone ). He is in the navy now and is a pilot. He looked great. All buff and he even had a bum. I think that was the first thing i commented on when he met us at the train station while slapping his bum and squeezing it at the same time. he didnt protest. he showed us the plane he flies and all the cameras and radars and machine guns attached. Interesting.

Im off to Vienna tomorrow. My friend persuaded his girlfriend's 21 yr old son to come and pick me up at the airport. he said he would show him a photo of me in my bikini as an incentive to get him to the airport on time. I got the girlfriend what i think is a nice pashmina, whith some detailed patterns, and i got the fudge at thorntons. I think that's enough.

My friend emailed to say we could go dancing if i am not embarassed to dance with an old man(43yrs). I told him i'll bring my little balck number. that got him excited and he said to definitely bring it he wants the other guys to envy him. he also stressed for me to bring my bathing suit even though the weather is supposeldy turning. I hope the pashmina will appease the girlfriend.

talk to u all later, i am sure it will be fun.

Oh, an american guy i met a year ago who pestered my friend for my number(friend didnt pass it on immediately phone me yesterday fotra date next week.

Hooray!!

I have been blogging for a little over two years now. In that time, i have "befriended" some wonderful people an come across some really nasty ones. I have read all sorts of blogs and been particulalry drwan to blogs where there are feuds, be it family or friends going on. Opinionated as I am, i have been attacked on blog, because someone misinterpreted what i said, or simply because they disliked who they thought i was.

I remember some friends coming to my rescue and even people who wwerent on my friends' list dissecting everything I had said to try and show the moron that she was misguided and barking up the wrong tree.

Why do we blog? for some it's to vent. They vent their anger at the world, their lives, their families their jobs. For other's it's to boast and for most(like myself) it's largely to moan and get an insight into how other people live. I hate it though when reality seems to cross over to cyberspace. When one has an ongoing feud with their family, if they are your friend, or atleast your cyberfriend you tesnd to stand by them and sympathise with what they have to say because it is all you know. If their family wades into it though it is something totally different.

I have always thought that family stuff should be left in the family. Yes we can vent our frustrations here but if your friends or people you know in reality come here to attack you what can you do? Sometimes I think it might be best if we all just blogged about our fatantastic or non-existent sex lives. Wouldnt that be wonderful?! Of course sometimes I wonder what people in my real life would say about the things I write about them. I would like to think that what i blog about I could tell them stright to their faces, sometimes within running distance i think.

We can never know who is right or wrong when there is some kind of feud going on in blogland. I remember a few weeks ago, there was a group of people hell-bent on criticizing and pulling steph's blog apart. They just came across as sorry people who were jealous. It's because the attacks became personal and i think that is really the root of all feuds. You can disagree with someone on a particular issue but as soon as it becomes personal, as in you diagnose them as being mentally unstable or dillusional then you have lost all credibility.

As far as I know at the moment, i am not feuding with anyone. I have no interst in that and even within my family, my sister hates me but i would never go as far as airing her dirty laundry here on blog. I might air my own in relation to my problems with her but to go out on a full attack? never.

So to menopausal mama's family: we dont know what the heck she is done to you or what you have done to her. It has been stresseful for all of us here reading the "she said-she said" issues here. Sometimes, one has to be wise enough to walk off cyberspace and deal with reality. Blogging for most of us is about a form of escapism and injecting an ugly dose of reality into our cyberworld really leaves a bitter taste.

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This is the situation: i am going to visit a friend in austria in a short while (barring divine intervention). He has a girlfriend, who knows i will be visitng and just to make everything clear he will spend the nights in her flat while im there so there is no confusion of any kind.

I thought it might be nice to get her a present and him ofcourse when i go there but i dont really know her, save for a picture of them together he sent recently. I dont know what she likes or dislikes, and i dont want to ask him as i want the presents to be a surpise.

can anybody recommend something that would be acceptable as a male friend's present and something for the girlfriend? She is 50, he is 40. My mind is blank, i haven't a clue what people in Vienna like or dont like.

An italian friend wants me to bring him a british flag when i go to Italy. Where do they sell flags? who thinks of buying flags

please help me

To the wanker below who has been running all over my posts and posting his filth: fuck off and get a life. I have enough probelms without sodding bastards like you interfering in my life!

http://www.blog.co.uk/user/goodluckforu/

to be short and sweet: it wasn't the greatest for me this year. There were no barricades to control the crowds and so people could get on the road abnd interfere with the parades. the policemen/women had their work cut out for them. When one shouted for us to get out of the way I asked why there were not barricades this year and why it was so chaotic because it wasn't our fault that it looked so disorganised. Her answer:"I dont know". theree other people said the same thing,. from a woman on some committee to some council guy and a policemman, so in that regard, very disappointing.

However the music was great, I saw the cutest guy! OH MY GOD! i was sooo excited although i stopped short of hyperventialting. He had dark hair broad strapping shoulders, beautiful arms and a dazzling smile. Our eyes locked, while watching some performance, he smiled and noddes, and i smiled back. I was wearing a pretty scoopneck dress that i had been feeling does not look right but i was told it looked great. Dazzling bright colours, the material a bit light and I could wear it with a bra so my boobs and nipples didd their thing the whole day.

Anyway, the guy: i took a picture of him, it wasn't good as he was moving and my friend noticed albeit too late that there was an irate mousy-looking girlfriend lurking about. dear or dear, could she look any drabber? I'd like to think it was a younger sister not a g-friend. Since he kept looking at me and dancing close to me and i wasnt hiding the fact that i thought he was hot, miss thang must have thought they should make a dash for it. We saw him being dragged to the side and i continued with my dancing, the next thing a very sulky girl whizzed past my friend and i, we burst out laughing, and then he came by, touched my arm, and whispered goodbye on the other ear. I suppoed he did the right honourable thing, but if I see him again, unlikely as it might be, im snogging him on the spot and miss thang had better know it.

Someone who sells jewelry took pictures of me and asked me to model them, told him i need to see his credentials, he took pics without asking me first, he went on about how stunning i was, and i was searching for my roman god look-alike still.

On the whole it was a great day, I only had 2 beers and a couple of alcopos with a litre of water in between. i didnt have to pay £2 to use someone's loo as i could go home for that but i had held it a tad too long at one point. I thought i was gonna die, almost crawled home,peed for a full 3mins when i got there eventually.

People drifted in and out of the house, a girl had invited me to a church service, you know the kensignton temple at the nottinghill gate, i didnt go, and besides mobile phones seemed to lose signals at some point.

Thank goodness it was a sunny day, good for make up, see-thru summer dresses and flriting outtraegously with goodl looking boys. Life was good. I was fast asleep before 10:30, struggling to text back someone.

i hate it when some stupid waker goes off and tags all my previous posts. I can only detele what i get in my inbox but is there a way to stop these morons? it's really bringing me down!

He must have gloated to one of his friends about his floppy ways except he probably said how great he was. the friend told me he heard i was with his friend the other night. So i just said he took me to dinner. I am too much of a lady to get into thw whole thing and what i do in private is really my business but i wont have some flop going around making it seem like he isn't sorry excuse for a lover. It was funny the other day. It's not today.

I guess I feel shit about having wasted time on a non-starter. You know, flirting is well and good and when you get promises over time and everything seems like it might be good, it's bloody annoying to be looking back and thinking "i wish i hadn't".

Anyway, i am also just very tired from long days at work, I have left my cousin to her own devices when we should really be catching up. I must confess though, she's been turning heads on the tube, in the streets almost everywhere. There must be something about her to be causing such a commotion. I am not sure i wanna go out tonight or maybe i should just flop in bed.

I hope i'll feel better. I am meant to be going on holiday next month so that should cheer me up really.

I hate sex

you know it's truly awful when your mind starts wondering, you start counting sheep and eventually fall asleep while the flopper is busy with your pussy.

It happened to me last night and belive me it wasn't my fault. I kept wondering if he was in or out, eventually i told myself if i get to a ceratin number whilst counting sheep, i'll ask him to either cum or leave my pussy alone

You live you learn. incidentally i slept well. im sure he came...eventually and my hole could rest:p

I really hate it when a frustrated mother shouts at her 5yr iold, in the middle of a shopping mall because she feels the kid should have hidden from ceratin people who saw her!

Make sense to you? it didn't make sense to me, and i only got part of the conversation. However, the poor kid was standing there, trying to explain herself to the selfish bitch and she(the bitch of a mother) kept shouting and wagging her finger and all the kid could do was suck her lolly even harder and stand there helpless. The woman saw she had an audience. i started walking towards her(mind you i felt rather intimidated and horrified) and one guy intervened and gave her a telling off.

Why take your frustration on a child? if you dont want them, don't have them! that poor little girl did not deserve that and the way that woman's eys were darting around wildly made me think she was on drugs

I'm still upset by the whole thing and it's making me even more determined not to sprout my own sprog

Oh, i did cause havoc last night in my dress with that cleavage. i must be ovulating coz my boobs are fuller now. I got "booty calls" at midnight, i teased the callers and hung up. Then slept like a baby

With the film festival season hot in nottinghill, my landlord has invited me to accompany him to watch a couple of films this evening. He reckons we can sit in the bar and enjoy drinks and the ambience...(provided i don't mind being seen with a geriatric ), he said.

I don't. I have a perfect yellow simmer dress to wear. Yes, after my "fat day" issues, i got a dress at a bargain at H&M. they are having a sale there. I tried the size10 first and since it is scoop neck and not to be woen with a bar(or underwear for that matter), it seemed too comfortable around th