You say Tomatoe...I say fu*k you

Relationships are rubbish.
I have a had a couple, well more than a couple and I am of the firm belief that they are just hard work.
Why can't we just go out for a bit and hang out?
Why do we have to talk about our feelings?
Why do we have to know where this is going?
Why cant we just do this for now and see what happens?

I am sick of men that have these questions and need answers and get flipping clingy and needy.

So I split with my boyfriend and it sucks, I still like him but if we are after different things...like I want to have fun and he wants to have kids, then I guess it is not meant to be.

The gayest thing, is that today I got a email from some other loser that I went out with before this last one, saying that he wanted to 'rekindle' our relationship.
Please, as if that would ever happen, I would rather drink a bottle of bleach than get back with you.
Maybe you can date each other and get married and have kids together and Ill go out and live my life and have a good time on my own.

The main thing that I have learnt... is that you do not make holiday plans with some one that you are going out with.
Cause we have non refundable, non transferable, non exchangeable tickets to France for a weekend away in two weeks time.
What was going to be a nice time away is now going to be awkward and shit.
Super fu*kin duper.

My hangover Haiku

I am hung over

I nearly threw up on tube

I want to die now

Indian eyebrows...not good

Never ever go get your eyebrows threaded.

I went today and I swear it was the most painful thing in the whole entire world ever.
It hurts more than getting waxing done, it hurts more than falling over and grazing the crap pout of your knee and having to wash the gravel out, it hurts more than I imaging giving birth hurts.
It really was the most pain full thing I have ever done, holy crap it killed me.
And to be honest, I am not that much of a fan, I kinda look a bit like a Indian lady now, well my eyebrows are slightly Indian looking which does not really suit the red hair and freckles.
So I wont be going again and I do not recommend it.

I asked a few girls and they said it would be fine, that it did not hurt.
What a bunch of liars
It is like when people get tattoos and say they do not hurt, well I will tell you from my own tattoo experiences, that tattoo hurt. Alot.
Anyone that says it does not hurt them, really, I think you are lying.
And please don't tell me that they are addictive.
Imagine a cat scratching you with really sharp claws, is that addictive? No it is not, so a tattoo hurts a thousand times more than that.
So no more eye brow threading for me but i will always be up for more tattoos, not because they are addictive, more because the are so f**ing cool.

Gross

What is worse than finding a mouse dead in a mouse trap...
How about, finding a half dead mouse in a mouse trap, trying to free itself.

So over the weekend we caught 2 mice in our kitchen. I can kind of deal with Cockroaches in Australia, then I move here and mice are the norm.
You wake up in the morning a bit bleary eyed and stumble into the kitchen to pour yourself a cup of ambition, only to find a carcase of a rodent hanging out of trap on the floor in front of you. This is not my favorite was to start the day.

So we have this mouse problem, my flatmate sets a few more traps, with peanut butter as it is official favorite food of mice. We go to bed and then here snap, snap snap! The traps go off. We all rush down to see what happened and the peanut butter is gone, the traps are shut and there are nooooooo mice..
The smart little bastards have figured out how to eat the peanut butter and not get caught in the traps! Don't ask me how cause these things are so sensitive so we re wire them , extra tight and wait for the blood bath.

This morning my kitchen looked like a crime scene, it was the worst.
Their was one mouse, almost decapitated lying near the stove and then we heard..a bit of a rumag...a bit of a scraple...
Behind the bench was a mouse, still alive with its head in the trap but trying to free itself with its paws.
It was the most horrendous thing to think about at 7am in the morning, it made me throw up a bit.
A shoe box and a broom later, flatmate had him covered with a box so he wouldn't escape if he managed to pry the trap open with his super human mouse arms.

I am now officially looking for a new place to live cause I can not deal with mice, bloody London with its stupid mice, just have cockroaches, I can deal with cockroaches, but not mice just the though of them rubbing their hairy little bodies all over my floor makes me gag.

Gayness

I will tel you what is gay, really really gay.
When you go to a festival and yes, its really exciting and you have a great time.
Then you get back to London and you don't cut the wrist band off.
That is gay.
What is that all about?
Are you wearing it so people know you went to a festival?
How long are you going to wear it for?
One of the girls at work came in wearing her wrist band today from the weekends festival. What a douche.
The other day, I saw a guy on the tube wearing a wrist back from Glastonbury, dude, that was like 6 months ago. Let it go!

Only children

And I have decided that when I am having kids, I am defiantly having more than 1.

I have thought before, that 1 kid would be ok, you could just hang out and be friends and they would be like a mini adult that you could take every where and it would be cool.
But to be honest, when they grow up they turn into retards.

Example 1 - girl at work, who is only child got a box of treats today at work. So there is this kind of un written thing at work, when you get some thing like cakes or sweets or a box of donuts you share them around. But no she was happy to tell every one about them but was not to keen on the idea of sharing them.
Example 2 - I was at lunch with a few people and a girl that was an only child, and we were all sharing meals and ordering different things so we could try different stuff out. So only child orders her own meal and says she is happy with jut that but surprise surprise, when the food comes, she is more than happy to dig into everyone else food and have a try.
Example 3 - Only child a work, had a fight with boyfriend on the phone, so sat at her desk sulking with her face all frowned and a turned up lip sulking.

So bottom line, is Iam defo having more than 1 kid, I think ill aim for three. Three boys, I would like.
Cause I am not risking having my child turn out to be a total douche bag, that no one likes. They will probably have red hair so that is bad enough but if they don't know how to share or act with other people, they are screwed.

I love friends

I love friends and I especially love friends who come to London and I can hang out with.
I miss my friends back home, and they dumb part is that, when I leave London I will miss the new friends that I have made here.
I used to think that I didn't need anymore friends, that the ones I had were good enough. But lets not kid ourselves, living on the other side of the world, at times I need all the friends that I can get.
This week I have had 2 friends from Sydney in London.
Firstly, Nick was in town with his woman and we caught up. Then today, Lee was in town for a day so we did lunch.
So nice to see her and she let me wear her engagement ring during lunch which was just lovely.
Yep, friends are good, love them.