Ok, this is the third time I've commenced writing this - my internet keeps crashing and so I'm losing what I've written - how I've kept my patience I don't know, maybe it's because I'm still feeling half asleep.  Anyway on the genius advice of Simple White Lady I have today brought my gloves to my desk with me, so that I don't have icy cold fingers - yay!

You know, I sometimes muse whether I have a slight obsessive compulsive disorder, a pretty random comment to make I know.  But my house is really annoying me right now - everywhere theres clutter and boxes, and despite my attempts to try and neaten things - it still seems messy, and I'm only itty so I can't even attempt to move some of the things - alas!  It's just that clutter and untidyness, and things being un-coordinated bug me, I like things to be 'just so' - things to be easy on the eye, things to fit and be in place...and that makes me sound perhaps slightly crazy yes, and I can't really properly explain why it annoy's me - it does though, and yes I'll accept the fact that people will indeed laugh at this.  But hey ho. 

So anyway, moving on, my main moan for today (oh and I always have one - it's a near tradition) is work, but then I write that comment and decide to retract it, for instead of moaning about it, I should do something about it right...so I'm looking for another job.  Yes, because if I stay at my current job I think I might start tearing my hair out - which won't be too pretty. 

Rossy is kinda getting almost freakily annoying lately with his constant talk of me being a prostitute.  It seems I can no longer speak with him without this becoming his main focus of conversation, I know it's all in jest in his strange way - but I do wish he would speak of something else every now and again, rather than 'my rates' and him paying them.   It does my make me laugh granted, but you know...   And aside from his apparent obsession with this in conversations with me, he also tells people that I'm a prostitute (no joke), yet in reality...the only time I'm a prositute is in his probably very fucked up sexual fantasies.  I do wonder about some people...I really do.

 Valentines Day looms ever closer, and it's like everywhere you go now everything and everyone is loved up, well perhaps aside from me right...but aside for that fact, it's cutie and sometimes just a little sickly sweet.  No Valentines for me this year though I should very much suspect...having finished school and college and not being 'with' anyone, it's hardly surprising!  Me and a mate found the most genius Valentines day gift last night - we were in stitches thinking of the possibilities.  I'll upload a photo or two shortly to illustrate their wonderfulness.  Hehe. 

Fred Astaire...don't question why I put it there, for I don't rightly know the answer.