Wishful Thinking

Blue eyes is doing this great thing where she is going to be positive for the whole week. She’s also not going to be guilted in working later when everyone else goes home. And she’s not going to complain. I wish I could do the same.

The truth is, I actually am a positive person. I constantly believe good things are on their way. This is not to do with me just having faith but also when things are pretty shitty you kinda have to hope that they can never get worse.

And this morning, despite it being a Monday, I was still pretty chipper and set about my day. I would still be peachy keen if it weren’t for some of the people I work with. This is not the career path I imagined nor is it one I really like. Hell, it’s not even a career. It’s something I do until the my ship comes in (see that faith there).

That however does not give you people the right to treat me like your personal assistant and dogsbody. It’s not the work you want me to do, if it’s in my job description I will do it gladly. It’s the way you ask me. Or as I’ve noticed lately, the way you demand of me. I may be lower in terms of hierarchy and definitely in salary but I still matter. You don’t have to be overly nice to me, you don’t have to even like me but you do have to have some courtesy.

Also if you borrow my stapler, punch, glue or pair of scissor. Put them back. Jeez louise. Nothing is more bugging when I have to do a trek around the entire office to find my shit. And to the person, you know who you are, when I ask about it, please do not feign surprise. We both know it was you and your acting skills are nothing to write home about.

Okay, now that that moany cow session is over, I think I’m going to join Blue Eyes in Postive Land.

Have a great week bitches.

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The Best Part...

The best part about moving out is returning home to your parents house. All of a sudden you get treated like the prodigal son. Not only are the meals and a well-stocked fridge but also you get to watch hours of endless trashy TV, browse the internet for free and get your washing done. And then, you get to take food home with you. It was amazing!

I cannot believe I left it this late to move out!

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Monday's Mantra

This week I will think nothing but positive thoughts.
I believe in faith, trust and pixie dust.
I'm addicted to watching TV series on DVD.
I wish I could go home, get into bed and watch Glee.
I'm jealous of people who have already been paid.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week "It's good to see me, isn't it? No need to respond. That was rhetorical ;)"

Woe Is Me

Sorry for the lack of updates, I’m not feeling very motivated lately. I am feeling kinda down but I don’t want to hang all those upsets on you. So I decided rather not post the “I have a cold sore and look like Elephant Man’s sister” entry. That last part is true. Not only have I learned how superficial I am (very by the way) but I have been avoiding all good looking men and social events.

The weather lately has been absolutely fantastic. Even a hint of sun makes things better. I have never been able to distinguish on whether I’m a winter or summer person. I love dressing up in boots and stockings in winter but nothing beats a sundress and kaftan. Right now I’m a total summer person. Let’s hope the fabulous weather continues.

In other news I have come to terms with the fact that I will never be mistaken for Kate Moss or Sienna Miller. Boho chic and lithe-looking will never be my forte. I have decided to embrace my body shape. My new idol is Joan from Mad Men. If you haven’t watched it yet you need to, just for her quips. She is totally rocking the curves and shows you can still be a skinny bitch with boobs.

I also feel I need a change. I’m thinking something safe along the lines of a haircut but maybe will include a colour. That is if my bank balance allows it. I’m not sure what happened this month but I think I was robbed. I’m so broke, I feel like a student all over again. Anything else, cost-effective I could try that could be life-changing?

Enjoy the rest of your week. Almost Friday!

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Monday's Mantra

This week, the sun is in the sky. Hurrah!
I believe as long as there are reasons for dresses and sunglasses, things will be okay.
I'm addicted to full-fate, sugar-loaded coke. Much better than the diet version.
I wish I could eat like a guy, not caring about calories and not putting on kilos.
I'm jealous of the two ladies in my office jetting off to Zanzibar soon.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week Sun is in the sky, why oh why would I want to be anywhere else.

Dear Salary...

Please come back to stay with me.
You left in such a rush.
I didn't even have time to tell you about my plans.

I'm sorry about what I did.
I promise I'll be good next time.
Love you will all my debts...

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*From a super cute email the Sports Fan sent me. Have a great weekend!

Something I heard on the radio

On the way home yesterday I heard something interesting on the radio. Can't remember whether it was the Dj, a guest on the show or an advert that drew my attention, but he/she/it said the following:

If you had to sell your life on e-bay, would you bid for it and how much would you pay?

Don't you think that's a pretty good question to ask yourself.

I would have to answer yes to me bidding for my own life, but Im just not too sure how much im willing to pay for it. Some days I would pay through my teeth, other days I would pay someone else just to have it. Or maybe I would pay for parts of it and others I wouldn't. Let's see, I'd pay highly for my friends and family, average for my looks, less for my body, high for my flat, semi high for my social life, average for my work, absolute nil for banks and car debt, pay nil again for my love life. I suppose it's a good way to break your life into little pieces tpo see where improvement is needed.

So here's my mini challenge to everyone. I'd like to know if you would bid for your life and how much you would pay for it. Could get quite interesting.

B.E.

Award Season

My new obsession, apart from trying to find the perfect pair of gladiator sandals, is makeup. I have always worn makeup. Then I met two very special beauty therapists at my previous job and found out exactly how much one can do with makeup. Considering my new obsession, I am now besotted with makeup blogs. I’m loving the reviews, the trials and the opinions of bloggers. And frankly anyone who can use liquid eyeliner without smudging deserves a gold star in my book. I am still struggling. So thanks to all of you who have enlightened me with your makeup blogs. Keep on rocking!

So it is with great delight that I found out Skinny Bitches was nominated for an award. We love awards! And by a fabulous beauty blogger no less. (Go check out Eliza…her blog is faboosh).

Now here is what I have to do. Thank the person (Eliza, you rock) and then name 7 things that people might find interesting. I am also supposed to tag other blogs but I am very indecisive and cannot decide who gets what. So this once, if you feel you deserve the award, Gorgeous Blogger by the way, you can claim it!

*My ideal dinner party guests would include Madonna, Perez Hilton, Henry Cavill (just to look at, he doesn’t need to talk) and Carrie Bradshaw.

*I can fold my tongue in a weird shape. I used to think it was cool until someone told me it freaks them out. I feel like I have a superpower.

*My favourite X-men is Gambit.

*Whenever I wear new or pretty underwear I have an urge to show and tell people. I have been warned this is not appropriate behaviour particularly when at work or with a guy who is not gay. This makes me want to do it even more.

*I have sent through a postcard to Postsecret. It has yet to show up there. But I have identified with many of the secrets on there.

*I find numerous ways to say the phrase “crack-a-lacking” in conversations. I have even commandeered discussions so I can use it. I need help I know.

*I am thinking of deleting friends from Facebook if they keep on sending Farmville requests. If you're trying to avoid word, can't you be like me and blog rather ;)

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Monday's Mantra*

*Just a heads up, the mantra is written by two different skinny bitches who apparently have different work environments and Mondays. Bearing this is mind will help make the MM make more sense. Otherwise you will be forgiven for thinking that this post was written by Jekyll and Hide

This week, no matter the crappy weather, I will be happy.
I believe I will blow a fuse by the end of the day.
I'm addicted to happiness. Well, I'm going to fake it.
I wish my blood pressure would drop to a normal level.
I'm jealous I will be positive.
Soundtrack/Mantra for the week I Want To Break Free

My Worst Nightmare

In light of my love for Eric from The Little Mermaid, I was tres sad when I saw this post on Hurricane Vanessa. What if Disney princes were gay. I was sad then I couldn't stop laughing. I could totally see theses pictures of the cover of Attitude magazine.

Enjoy!

Prince Eric

Aladdin

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