My weed arrived last week in a a white padded envelope which i had to collect at a main post office somewhere since it didn't fit througj my letter-box. I have to point out that the post man/woman never bopthers to ring the bell and goodness knows how many times I have had to make the blasted trip with photo IDs. One day im gonna lose my passport and then what. I'd pay for the student card as well I reckon!
Anyway, I made myself great dinner last night, baked chicken in the oven, threw some herbs and peppers, mushrooms, carrots prunes and a few sunflower seeds in and it was divine. I had that with butternut sqaush which wasn't god quality but atleast I wasn't overloading on carbs
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Later on, whilst watching "Apprentice you are fired"(i gave big brother a miss as well except to watch during commerciala. Davina nnoys me!), i decided to try the weed. I am not talking about the holy 'erb for those of you wondering. It's horny goat weed that i ordered over the internet a week and a half ago. I waited for it to take effect. They said to take "one to four tablets before activity". In my case it would have had to be a solo activity of some kind since I have not really had the desire for the "activity". I ordered the thing out of curiosity more than anything else and it's a reputable health website that i did it from.
I felt nauseous. Texted a friend to say how the tablet made me feel only to be told that maybe it's the chicken. It definitely wasn't the chicken. I did not get any urges, i am wondering if I should experiment again tonight? Maybe with two? If nothing happens then i've been had
I mean cheated.
I feel a bit down today. I am suddenly finding that I have so much to do and there doesn't seem to be enough hours in the day. I am getting a little obssessed with the weightgain, which is quite obvious anyway. I got on the scales today and i'd gained two pounds. Maybe going out for pizza and having wine and then chocolate cake with ice cream on tuuesday contributed? Then the vile burger and the toffee waffles? I don't know. I went on strike over exercising this week and I think that's the reason why. I tried on two dresses that a friend had bought at charity shop for me knowing how desperate i am for a dress or two. One looked nice. Strapless, molded itself to me but it looked good. Mind you with my short-sightedness i could very well be wrong. The second one really deserves someone who looks like victoria beckham. No ass or hips. It didn't look good on me even my friend agreed although she was very kind whereas I was quite brutal.
I was also down because the girl who normally does my hair for a resonable price can't do it because she is going to Dubai for a holiday tomorrow!. I am excited for her but also a little envious because she uis quite a jetsetter these days. Mostly because of her job but also because she earns lots and can take all these holidays. I felt a little sorry for myself and wished I could afford trips to Dubai. Then i felt ashamed for feeling a little envious.
Fuck, maybe it's my hormones acting up again. Maybe it's because i can't get a hold of the electrician who's supposed to come fix the light switch in my room. Myabe it's cos my flatmamte annoyed me yesterday(i let it go), maybe it's because I am just tired. Or fed up.
Good news though: I have a weekend off and I'll be housesitting for a friend in Richmond. Oh, the joys of having a large bed, clean kitchen, the heating off and not having to worry about topping up bloody electricity or buying wshing up liquid yet again because i live with somebody selfish. It will be great to chill out in the sitting room by myself and maybe watch dirty moves(highly unlikely.
I'll just have to make sure the cat stays out of the bedroom. she said it was licking her face this morning. She lets it. Im not sleeping with pets
















. Poor sod. As for the 29year old, i lay the blame squarely on the mother. When he went home to try and trace where his lack of confidence might have stemmed from and he told the mother he'd tried everything including speed dating, she looked at him and spat out" speed dating? you can't be that desperate!". Ouch, you could see his face drop.She kept saying how he needs to settle down and just struck me as cold and unfeeling.Bitch! The sex coach,a slimy young mancalled Sam told him to just chat up girl, not to look at anything else and just think of sex was the opposite of what that boy needed.He took him to SOho and what an ordeal! Maybe he should have gone to the scholl in Amsterdam


