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