I would like to invest in a new lamp

Housemates and Boyfriend have walked off to the beach to play cricket and frolic in the water and get sand in their toes. I am there in spirit only for I left my good health at the bar last night when I asked for a beer. 

I shouldn't but I do...

I just made some dinner and I smell like garlic. I shouldn't like this but I do. 

In other news, one of my best friends is now a proud mum of a beautiful little boy which makes us girls proud aunties. Aw... our first baby :) I doubt I have ever inserted an emoticon in one of my posts but that is the best I could do. 

In other unrelated news, three months until we jet off to eat our way through Asia for two months. I am excited and I am also hoping to resurrect this blog. 

Adios. 

Friday night alone waiting for my family sized pizza

I'm trying this blog out for size. I'm waiting for my pizza to arrive. So hungry. 

P.S.

• I may have had a red wine or three
• It's 1AM and tomorrow is Friday
• I'm slightly frustrated at having a credit card, no sense of responsibility, the urge to buy a ticket to Asia and a boyfriend who tells me I should save for our bigger trip 
• I am brilliant, I just don't know it yet. Or maybe I know it but I'm just not brilliant
• I'm joking. I'm always joking

Except for the red wine part - in fact, I'm a little bit tipsy right now which means I might be able to spell but might be VERY incoherent and giggly. 

It's a good thing giggles don't translate on screen. 

Stranger things have happened

Cows don't say moo, they just moo.

I'm not sure where this sudden urge to write an entry came from but I have been trawling through old emails and realised after a few years of blogging that there are people in the world who have peeked into the window of the often irrelevant events in my life and I might never meet them.

To think that you can be the most honest to people you might never meet and to think that some things you trust to a faceless world is greater than that which you trust to the people you face everyday is to know, perhaps personal, journal style blogging has become what it is because perhaps, above all things most people just want to be heard.