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 the boobs. So i went off and looked for a size8. mmmh, not bad. I have thought of getting a safety pin or a little brooch to close the gap in the boobs area because i am afraid one or both might spill out while i am sitting and talking or gesticulating wildly.

I have also toyed with the idea of taking the dress back. I'll decide at 5:30pm.

Oh, Deciever is going to be there, he has aske to see me last friday and i told him i was out, have a very busy social life and will try and squeeze in a lunch sometime this week. I think he'll die when he sees me in this dress. I'll just go home and have a good laugh

I found a couple of guests at the house on saturday when i returned from work. My landlord asked me to join them for a drink and he was playing some really cool music. He started playing some calypso and got up and danced with this woman, who had been gyrating againt the door frame. She told me that's how she used to practice dancing when she was younger. I think she was practising for other things. My landlord and she danced rather intimately i thought and he ran his hand under her skirt at one point when they were getting down. when she sat down, facing my direction, she lifted her skirt up a little as if to get some fresh air. I only saw a lot of pink there and it wasn't knickers. I mentioned later to my landlord that his friend wasn't wearing knickers and he said to me "that's ok, we used to have really ild parties". The woman is in her 6os!

Her boyfriend/lover or whatever was coming on to me a lot. telling me that a man his age(51yrs) or any man for that matter is always turned on by a young good looking woman. I did get up to dance at one time. Mybe i shouldn't have, his stare was too intent.

I soon made my excuses and went to bed.

Not a bad way to end an arduous day

I made the mistake of weighing myself on the scales of a triathlete. One of those scales that work our yur body fat, BMI and all sorts of other things. I am officially overweigh. I have gone up to 9stone. Don't start shouting at me, my thighs really look gross

To make matters worse i tried to shop for a pair of jeans and bravely tried on a pair of shorts. The hjeans were a disaster. They wouldn't encase my ample booty. The shorts... too too big at the waist. I don't know if the manufacturres at that particular shop think the women in Britain have waists the size of beached whales.

Feeling deflated and completely demoralised, i headed home to have a green salad, some stir-fried mushrooms and yellow peppers and finihsed that off with a healthy portion of tiramisu and an apple juice. I think i needed the tiramisu.

I don't think i am overating, i am not eating the chocolate(which i don't like), i have sort of cut down on the booze and i walk a lot. Why the hell am i getting thunderthighs and a big ass?

It really is a big deal to me, i am beginning to loathe what i see, which is unhealthy.

On a positive note though, someone i went to shcool with who is now married with two kids sent me a picture. she had alluded to her weightgain in an email and she does look like a mother. still radiant though. I can't blame it on the kids can i? I dont have any.

I dont have the strength to get into shape but i think i might have to do something drastic...like push ups and whatever else.

I still need a new pair of jeans, i only have one that fits.
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