So you think you know...
24 July 2006
... how to drive a car
OK - it's only been one week since I've been behind the wheel. It feels like a lot longer. I am now a commuter; I sit on a train driven by someone else, no longer in control. It's great!
But, I love driving my car. I love the freedom of pointing her nose in a direction and just going (traffic permitting of course). And in my car, I'm my own company. I don't have to avoid eye contact with the creep opposite, or tune out the kching kching of someone else's mp3 player, or try to ignore the fact I'm melting in the heat of the train/bus. Yes, London is still sweltering, and yes, trains and buses are not air-conditioned. Well, the newer trains are, but that doesn't kick in unless the train is in motion. Is that silly, or what?
My car sits, neglected where once she was adored every day; her V6 sits waiting for my whim. Damn, I sound like a man - but, I do love driving my car!
Only a week, and I had forgotten the sexy snarl under the bonnet. ¶ 8:54 pm 0 comments
But, I love driving my car. I love the freedom of pointing her nose in a direction and just going (traffic permitting of course). And in my car, I'm my own company. I don't have to avoid eye contact with the creep opposite, or tune out the kching kching of someone else's mp3 player, or try to ignore the fact I'm melting in the heat of the train/bus. Yes, London is still sweltering, and yes, trains and buses are not air-conditioned. Well, the newer trains are, but that doesn't kick in unless the train is in motion. Is that silly, or what?
My car sits, neglected where once she was adored every day; her V6 sits waiting for my whim. Damn, I sound like a man - but, I do love driving my car!
Only a week, and I had forgotten the sexy snarl under the bonnet. ¶ 8:54 pm 0 comments
22 July 2006
... what to wear
New job = brilliant! Wearing office clothes again = argggh!
I've worn jeans and a t-shirt to work for over 18 months, and now, I've got to look "corporate". I've forgotten how much I hate ironing, and embarrasingly enough, how to walk in heels. I nearly ended up on my ample butt the first time I put a pair of them on, after years in flatties and steel toe cap boots. It's not like they were 4" either, just a very modest 1½", but still impossible to walk in at first!
But, I've also forgotten how sexy it feels to be wearing very naughty underwear underneath those oh so polite office clothes. No more sensible cotton for me; mesh and lace and satin and silk and ooooo, ribbons! I've never been a "girlie" woman really. I work in a very male-orientated world, and I've always been "one of the boys". Time to change that, don't you think?
But now, gentle reader, I am letting my inner girlie have free rein, which is - there is no other word for it - delicious! Instead of Marks & Sparks' best, it's online shopping for the sexiest underwear I can find.
I sent my online friend (male) a pic of me in a pair of them. He said "Do we have to stay just friends? Phwoar!"
Oh, it makes a woman feel good, that kind of response! I think I'm going to like being a woman again, don't you?
(Exclamation mark count: 7) ¶ 6:14 pm 0 comments
I've worn jeans and a t-shirt to work for over 18 months, and now, I've got to look "corporate". I've forgotten how much I hate ironing, and embarrasingly enough, how to walk in heels. I nearly ended up on my ample butt the first time I put a pair of them on, after years in flatties and steel toe cap boots. It's not like they were 4" either, just a very modest 1½", but still impossible to walk in at first!
But, I've also forgotten how sexy it feels to be wearing very naughty underwear underneath those oh so polite office clothes. No more sensible cotton for me; mesh and lace and satin and silk and ooooo, ribbons! I've never been a "girlie" woman really. I work in a very male-orientated world, and I've always been "one of the boys". Time to change that, don't you think?
But now, gentle reader, I am letting my inner girlie have free rein, which is - there is no other word for it - delicious! Instead of Marks & Sparks' best, it's online shopping for the sexiest underwear I can find.
I sent my online friend (male) a pic of me in a pair of them. He said "Do we have to stay just friends? Phwoar!"
Oh, it makes a woman feel good, that kind of response! I think I'm going to like being a woman again, don't you?
(Exclamation mark count: 7) ¶ 6:14 pm 0 comments
14 July 2006
... you've got a crap memory
I'm sure it won't be the last time, but I've just embarrassed myself in print! When I realised, I first went ice cold, then the blush travelled from my chest to the top of my head! Oh boy, was I red! Now, I'm not the blushing kind; after all, I've just spent 19 months on a construction site, so very little embarrasses me.
However, I get very embarrassed at faux pas which, unfortunately, I have a huge penchant for! Over on one of my favourite blogs, I posted a comment that I wouldn't be able to write a post for that blog, as my life is so boring.
Unfortunately, I went back and re-read the post I was referring to, and realised that I'd totally, and I mean TOTALLY, mis-read the damn thing! I would be blogging about HIS life, not mine!
OK - tell me, am I self-centred? I mean, you can tell me, right...
Mortified of London hits "publish post" and runs.....
¶ 5:05 pm 0 comments
However, I get very embarrassed at faux pas which, unfortunately, I have a huge penchant for! Over on one of my favourite blogs, I posted a comment that I wouldn't be able to write a post for that blog, as my life is so boring.
Unfortunately, I went back and re-read the post I was referring to, and realised that I'd totally, and I mean TOTALLY, mis-read the damn thing! I would be blogging about HIS life, not mine!
OK - tell me, am I self-centred? I mean, you can tell me, right...
Mortified of London hits "publish post" and runs.....
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11 July 2006
... who your friends are
If in any way slightly depressed, pass over this particular blog, please. It depresses me just to write it!
Years of intermittent friendship have just gone down the plughole. The only way I can cope with this is denial; deny I've been taken for a fool; deny he stole from me (albeit such small things); indeed, deny that part of my life.
Never again shall I be altruistic. Never again shall I offer my home to anyone.
Of course, that makes me even angrier, as this whole ghastly experience has coloured my world view. How DARE he influence even when no longer part of my world!
Ah well, thus I draw a line in the sand and turn my face to the future, a little more cynical than before.
I start a new job, very soon, and therefore a new life. And, dearest reader, two dates already... gosh, if I'm not careful, I might have a sex life soon! Which, I'm sure, will make us ALL perk up!
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Years of intermittent friendship have just gone down the plughole. The only way I can cope with this is denial; deny I've been taken for a fool; deny he stole from me (albeit such small things); indeed, deny that part of my life.
Never again shall I be altruistic. Never again shall I offer my home to anyone.
Of course, that makes me even angrier, as this whole ghastly experience has coloured my world view. How DARE he influence even when no longer part of my world!
Ah well, thus I draw a line in the sand and turn my face to the future, a little more cynical than before.
I start a new job, very soon, and therefore a new life. And, dearest reader, two dates already... gosh, if I'm not careful, I might have a sex life soon! Which, I'm sure, will make us ALL perk up!
¶ 7:45 pm 0 comments
