Took the puppy out for a walk tonight and as we neared the park field we saw danger ahead…another dog was approaching! Uh oh! Now, L, my puppy is only a chihuahua but she sure does think she’s a pygmy lion. She loves to run towards other dogs, all guns blazing yapping away like crazy. L laughs in the face of danger….then hides behind me cowering until I pick her up and take her away! Anyway, the dog we saw tonight was pretty huge. I dont think I have ever seen a dog that looked like a Manatee with legs on a collar…but tonight I certainly did.

Today, I had the opportunity to meet with some of the core team from a FABulous magazine (hint hint!) and I have to say, my outlook on fashion and plain old life has been refreshed. This magazine is the kind of magazine you read and think, ‘Damn! That article has soul!’ It’s not often that a magazine has such an impact on me. Sure, I love to read Vogue, Cosmopolitan and Marie Claire but not once have I ever read one of those publications and felt a hidden depth to the prose on the page. I am truly inspired! It is hard to find a magazine with such a tight knit team of dedicated staff who really value their employees, publication and readers and I feel so inspired from speaking to these three lovely people.

Watch this space readers, something special has hit the UK and I’m sure you’ll all hear about it in due course.

It all started with a root canal….okay, so it wasn’t painful at the time. I could just about deal with lying with my mouth open for an hour and a half and feeling like I looked like a hippo. I could even deal with it when I poured the rinsing solution down my chest because I missed my completely numb mouth. But what I cannot deal with is the persistant throbbing in my mouth which will not go away no matter how much I shout at it.

I have to say the high point of all of this was sucking a bounty bar to death this afternoon. Yes, I am that refined. Beggars can’t be choosers huh?

Went into the City with the girls for lunch yesterday and ended up in Revolution of all places. Have to say, our bill was a little on the expensive side in regards to the service charge – mainly because there isn’t really much of a service – but the food was beautiful. Definitely great hangover food when teamed with two Starbucks Frappuccinos. Lush!

They say that whichever side of your face you have to the pillow most often tends to droop and wrinkle quicker than the other side. Random thought I know, but I’m slightly paranoid that my right eye is becoming increasingly wonky. Told my Dad today that my eye looks droopy and weird, his reply? “It’s coming out in sympathy for the rest of your body.” He’s dead funny isn’t he…yawn.

I was sat listening to J and C talk about their respective husband (J) and date (C) and wondering if I will be so clueless when I hit the forty-year-old barrier. Will I really be so undecided and unsure of where my relationship is heading that I have to sit over a meal in a restaurant tearing my hair out and biting my nails down to the core whilst fretting over the smallest things? I found it odd that they never experience that feeling of butterflies anymore. It also worried me – I know I may moan a little about it right now and feel like I’m coming down with some sort of foreign disease right before my boyfriend graces me with his presence, but if that feeling went, I would be extremely sad.

Anyway, moving on from pondering the absolute agonies of having a relationship and onto more pressing matters such as the one of my Politics report I am currently writing. For a girl who prefers shopping to sitting and watching The Politics Show, I am not entirely fluent on the current state of Politics, whereas D talks Politics so fluently one would think each political figure is a close friend of his. He’s been trying to help me today and I must admit, I feel much better on the report front but I can see a long day in the library ahead of me tomorrow…

I think one of my favourite lines from him came today whilst I was ‘fannying around’, as he likes to call the swift *cough* hour or so it takes me to get ready. I asked him if I looked okay and when he replied with “yes, more than ok” (awww) I must have looked disappointed as he said, “If you’d like me to start telling you that you look shit then that’s fine because telling you that you look nice doesn’t make you happy…” I could have caught a fly. What a thing to say. I know I may protest that I do not look like the next Gisele but come on now, less of the chelping or there’ll be consequences…ahem.

Anyway, the bottom line of all of this is that quite simply, I could not live without him. Without him in my life, who ever will shout “Stop being a pussy!” at me at the top of their voice in public, bully me into putting my money away at the ticket machine (we like wrestling over this) and watch Tool Academy with me on a Monday night? Nobody.

All joking aside, he’s the angel in my life and in my eyes, he’s perfect.

I felt that Christmas this year would be a lonely one but with D by my side, it might just be one of the best ever. I can’t wait for us to live out our plans and celebrate both Christmas and New Year. It’s been a rough year full of more downs than ups, but the main thing, the important thing is that we’ve stuck together and helped eachother through and are now closer than ever. God knows what I’d do without my D.

Decided to grab a quick KFC with D earlier and after a stressful drive into town (why is it so busy? It’s SUNDAY!) we arrived at the drive through, debit card in hand. The crackly voice over the order box announced: “Cash only at the drive through tonight, is that okay?” Shock…horror! NO! No it’s bloody not KFC, pull your finger out! Ended up in a queue of skanky chicken hungry chavs after racing one keen individual to the doors. Finally ended up with boneless banquets. It’s been a trying night…

Right now, I’ve been banished to my bedroom as Mum and Dad continue to wrap christmas presents. I literally feel like a 3 year old, you have NO idea how painfully tempting it is to go and peep behind the blinds at what pressies are getting hidden away ready for christmas day. To save myself the temptation, I’ve decided to crack open a snowball and concentrate on some business writing. Focus….adapt or die!

Had a really sleepless night last night due to watching Paranormal Activity 2 with D. There was a guy behind us who was a little, erm jumpy, during the showing and afterwards stated; “That was the shittiest film I’ve ever seen”…LOL jk you were screaming like a bitch! What really irritates me about cinemas is the fact that you get allocated seats but then find that people sit wherever the hell they like. I had one such imbecile sitting in my seat and when told “You are sat in my seat” the cocky little idiot replied “What’s your seat number?” Mate! The one you are bloody sitting in…EVENING THICKOS!

I feel completely drained today and so down it’s unreal. I feel like I’ve had every door slammed into face then bolted and double locked. Not even eating Jammy Dodgers and watching The only way is Essex managed to cheer me up (I told you it’d been an unproductive day). Speaking of that, I actually love watching Amy Childs! “I think Mark would love your Vajazzle!”
So anyway, today was spent sleeping and getting ready for tonight but that’s irrelevant now anyway. The only helpful thing I managed to do was sort my third of the water bill out and do the washing. Tonight, I’m going to sit here with my pink lemonade and attempt to do some ‘quality’ work (quality gear mate). After all, there’s nothing better to do.

So anyway, later on in the evening I’m sitting across from him in a darkened restaurant and all I can think about is how much my breath is taken away when I realise how much I really, truly do care about him. But, as soon as he looks over towards me, I’ll hold his gaze for a second or two before the coward in me takes over and I have to look away before a tear escapes my eye. It’s the best and the worst feeling in the whole world…how can I possibly love somebody so much that they physically take my breath away and make my heart explode into a million glittering pieces? How can I love somebody this much yet be so afraid to even look into their eyes for too long? I wish I could take everything away that’s ever made him sad and everything that’s troubling him right now. If I could, I’d store it all away into a box tied with a pretty red ribbon and send it floating away on a balloon up into the stars where it would never return. If I could, I’d make everything better in a single smile.

Today, something changed…

Definitely worse than us ladies when it comes to the shopping savvy tirade.