I am recently being kidnapped a lot by some friends of mine.
The bundle me into the car and drive off at speed to lavish me with food, cuddles, fussings and kissings.
Where do I complain about such cruel and torturous treatment?

Thankfully, their weekly release of me conicides with my college day.
I'm at college... back in the school system... I'm 30 years old and it seems like a good idea... I'm training to be a counseller... give me another 3-4 years and I'll have a degree equivelent and be able to listen to your problems like a pro!

Nothing to say.

Okay, had an interview test thing today, sat in a room with 30 other people and proved I can read,write and count. Having done this, me and the other 5 people who passed from that particular group have now moved onto the next stage of interview. Next friday I have to drag myself back into the city and spend 2 hours.. yes, you read that right, 2 hours (!) in an interview with the DWP to see if I get one of the 11 jobs they have at the moment. They have about 35 people who have passed the written test applying for these.. so I have to make sure I'm in the top 11 to get one of the posts. If I do, it's 14k a year + pension + health benefits + whatever else they throw at civil servants.

And it occurs to me.. I've been working since I was 16, and this is the first 9-5 job I have ever gone for.. that's 12 years of nursing, factory, shop work, picking+packing and the million other jobs I've done in my time... I almost feel grown up.

Then a nice marketting woman grabbed me and I was in such a good mood I let them escort me to a quiet room and quiz me on my buying habits. She asked me my age and when I said 28 she looked like she wanted to call me a liar.. apparently she thought I was 23... I can so cope with that!

So, I've been on a diet now for over a month, and I've been good and not had icecream, or chocolate or any of those things that are supposed to taste good and be bad for you.
However, yesterday I was in such a downer, that I bought a bag of chocolate, and looked forward to them with a guilty pleasure, sat down on the sofa with a glass of skimmed milk and my sneaked treats and tucked in.
And I didn't enjoy it, it just felt and tasted like eating something a little sweet and minty... and it occured to me that I've never really been a big fan of chocolate... a bowl of icecream and I'm anybodies, but with chocolate I have to have nuts in, or some other sweetness or munchability that I can actually taste and enjoy.

I read somewhere that chocolate is supposed to release the same twinges to a womans brain as an orgasm.. and I'm left thinking.. was it a man who decided that.. or someone who's never actually had an orgasm.. because quite frankly eating a chocolate bar and having a knee trembler are in totally different catergories. I never feel guilty, fat and unloved after falling off the bed in a moment of passion because I've lost the ability to walk properly for a start. After a good orgasm, I've never once thought 'mmm, that was like a bar of cadburys fruit and nut', mostly because I'm still trying to get my breath back and regain the ability to walk.
And having experienced both in the last few days (and both of them self inflicted... too much info? Oh I don't care) I'm not ashamed to say that I'll take a big 'O' over a packet of MnM's any day.

Though the jury is still out on icecream...

Well, it's been a while since I've written anything, here or otherwise. And I think the last entry here was written over 12 months ago, so I figured it was time to write a little more. I also had a minor muse moment so there's some work as well, yay.

Life is shitty, it seems to rain all the time and much as I love the rain, when it's cold and wet and windy in the middle of summer, I tend to get a little down and depressed.
Added to this, I'm also feeling lonely, I seem to have plenty of friends, but no one who likes me 'that way' and one of the people I liked told me the other day that 'you are cute, but I didn't think you were into relationships and men like that' So apparently I'm giving off a manhating lesbian vibe again... so I'm glad I never actually told him I liked him as more than a friend.. that could have been an egg on the face moment I think.

I also can't seem to write, haven't been able to write anything other than room descs, mobs and items for a few years now *if you're not a mud player, I'm not going to explain it* But recently, in the last few days, I've stopped being able to write them as well.. which is a bit of a bugger when I'm supposed to be writing a 150 room area, with mobs and quests. I've also been really fidgetty and twitchy, I can't do something for more than an hour before I need to get up and do something else. I've devoured about 20 books in the past week, watched some telly, and done more excercise then I've done since I was 15 and had a P.E teacher who was determined to make me run a marathon or something every day. The latter helps with my diet though, so at least I'm getting fitter not fatter as I reach for the only comfort foods left to my dietting self.. munching on fruit and veg just doesn't have the same happy creating effect as a large bowl of icecream though. Still... iron will and all that, I've lost a stone in a month, so it must be working. Before someone says 'it's not healthy to lose that much!!! ' I shall point out that I'm a very big girl and a stone really isn't that much in the greater scheme of things and I'm not really sure where it's gone from because I've not started wearing a smaller size in clothing yet, though I'm told my face looks thinner and my feet haven't swollen up in a while.. this of course may have something to do with the fact they only do that when it's hot, and it's so cold that I have my damned heating on at the moment.

Well gods.. that's the most I've ever written in one of these things I think... so, I'll call it there and go see if my muse has anything left for me to write that's not a torrent of whining.