Tis good for the boy

So I have decided that my great uncle is possibly the greatest man alive.
Firstly the fact the he makes a living out of critiquing food and wine is admirable to me.
Secondly he brings culinary delights from France over for us to comsume. Such things as Foie Gras which is utterly delectable. It just melts in your mouth. It was the first time I had tried it and I was not disappointed. He also brought over various French or Italian wines from his wine cellar with such price tags I could only drool over.
Among all this making him so great is his various urges to come and stay with him in Holland, and he will bring to over to France. How can I resist? Going out to various resturants and wineries, visting Pierre Cardins home.
I can hear you saying snob. But hey! when it comes to food I can't hlep but admit I am.

But despite these things making life pleasurable at the moment, I cant help but feel a slight lonliness. A lack of someone to share it with. Not to say I dont have fantastic friends but to quote Frankenstein, "I have a want for a male companion".
Dont get me wrong, I'm sure I will get over it soon enough, but I cant help but wonder when he will come along. But then perhaps he is closer than I think.

I'm just going off for a toss.

Stupid ash has finally uploaded the photos.

May I remind you that it took me all of ......three days?

Patience is a virtue. :P

xox

I can see a rainbow.....

Visit this site...
http://www.alexperry.com.au
And see if you can pick my ball gown.
Well the one I want anyway.

Whilst she drank her tea and dreamed of better things

I must be the worlds most hopeless blogger.
Its true, and you know it.
Well heres an oath......

I swear after this god-forsaken chem exam I will be a more devoted blogger.

Although its been so long since my last blog I bet no one checks it anymore.

CHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMMMMMMM.........
is unbearable.

Ciao... for now.

P.S Wish me luck..

Comes with a smile

Hooray!!
Is all I can say at the present time.
More info will be supplied once I arrive home from work.
:D

Why do you bulid me up, buttercup baby, just to let me down and mess me around?

When coming to write this blog I realised that I was at a loss for words.
How to sum up my life in the past few weeks?
Its not that easy, I'm telling you.

Re-reading over my last blog made me nonstalgic. Even though I thought it was bad at the time, things were actually good.

At least then I had a possibility.
A chance.
A hope.

A hope which ironically was crushed a few days later.
Leaving me in one, big, pathetic mess.

You can't help but feel regret for steps never taken. Full of 'what ifs'.

But I am however, lucky enough to have someone to pull me through, to tell me not to dwell on the past, and to tell me he is a stupid wank.

But oh god, I still wish he would stop haunting my thoughts 24/7.

Round and round it goes.

He's screwing me around now and its really messing with me.
I know its probably unintentional, but how can he be that unobservant and oblivious to it all. Is he really that blind?

But the worse option would be to consider that he does realise, and he's not that blind.
And he doesnt really care about me at all........

Fuck that.
Then it just makes me mad.
Why send out signals if you don't really mean it.

That turns into anger at myself for letting it get to me and worrying incessively over it.
I'm a big girl. I'm independant.

Shit. That song.
Perfect timing.
Kiss me - Sixpence None the Richer.

How ironic.

And then it just turns back into a wistful longing.