Hehehehe...

Not long now. :)

Not long until I take that dreaded four hour long drive to see you (all worth it though). Not long until I get to see you up close and personal. Not long until I get to jump on you and hug you and kiss you when I see you straight away. Not long until I can...just be with you. <3

Also, not long til I can see Smokey, and Charles, can't forget about Charles, he loves me. Hah. :)

Can't wait, Chris! Too excited! Hehehe.

And...and...mini golf (where i'll totally kick your ass). And then...back to mine...for allllllllll your birthday surprises ;) hehehe. And back to yours... Pretty sure i'll be used to driving cross-country by then, for your birthday meal with your family. Then...then...then...i'll be leaving (super, sad hugs then) but then i'll be seeing you in May for the Manchester thing which i'm also super excited about... Then it'll be my birthday and then and then... Ok, i'm shutting up.

Just, I can't wait to be with my gorgeous lover!

Saw a van on the high street today that was covered in dirt and someone had written "I wish my wife was as dirty as this van". I wrote "she is...when you are at work!" Couldn't help myself.

I swear no matter what I fucking do, it's never good enough.

I do so fucking much. I give so fucking much. I am fucking fed up with having so much shit riding on my shoulders. No-one is there to help me out and give me a hand. But I am expected to carry all of the stress and other bullshit. But when I need help, no-one is there to back me up / help me out for a change. Everything is always on me. I can only take so much of this bullshit.

Currently at work, at my desk with a cup of tea and sore throat, checking up on personal things rather than number crunching the twenty ski-plans I have on my desk. I dislike numbers.

So anyway, I read this quote [see below] and I think it's beautiful (in a slightly morose kind of way).

"The push and pull of human interaction is never equal. When one person wants more than another is willing or able to give, hearts don’t break, they shred. A broken heart shatters into a million pieces and gets swept away never to be used again. A shredded heart continues to be used in all of its limited, tattered capacity; a remnant of its former usefulness and beauty."

Jack, you have a wonderful way with words.

My friend's "portrait" of me... I actually like it and it would look awesome foiled on my wall. (:

Nice thing?

Going to bed early and waking up early, having a big breakfast, with the radio on, ready for my day.

That’s nice.

I like this picture. It's kinda cool in a dorky way. Thanks Zi for taking it. (:

I hate her.

I want to skewer her. I want her to go down in flames. I want her to be nothing but a pile of ash on the seat next to me. I want the janitor to come in and vacuum up the ashes of her with his dust buster and when he dumps it in the bin outside, I want the rats to vomit and defecate on the ashes of her.

Jamie has a dirty mind. This morning we were talking about holidays and I was telling him that i'm going to San Fran in September. He said I should take him with me. The rest of the conversation went like this:

Eliza: You can come in my bag.
Jamie: *Dead silent, grinning, suddenly begins laughing and buries his head in his hands* I thought you said something else.
Eliza: *Embarrassed and trying to control my blushing* What did you think I said? Did you think I said “box”? Because I said “bag”. I said, “you can come in my BAG.” You are dirty minded!
Jamie: I know.

Race For Life

Shaunna and I are doing the Race For Life together...
Running 10k through Clumber Park in June.
I've done it before.
Shaunna is going to die.
Fun fun fun.

Some idiot that I work with has just scheduled weekly meetings for Fridays from 1pm to 5pm.  I’m going to go ahead and not go to those bad boys.

Who the hell schedules 5pm meetings on a God damned Friday afternoon?