Rambling.

Ramadhan's in a week.
I still have no plan.
Damn.

I went shopping the other day.
I've gone up a dress size.
I needed to exchange all the tops I bought.
My shoes came today. They still don't fit nicely.
Can you say toe cleavage?
Atleast they don't fly off when I walk.
Need to try them on outside.

I had bastard of a nephew and neices stay round last week.
I don't understand how my cousin didn't raise them up to have respect for other peoples' feelings and belongings.
I had to buy new shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste and an ironing board.
We had to get builders in to fill in the massive whole in the wall.
What cows.

Mum's off to Germany.
She fought with the Father the night before her flight.
She slapped his hand, and told us to call him pig, instead of Dad.
Hmmm. Nice(!)
My older sister and I are back to being full-time Mums.
She comes back tomorrow.
I have work.

I spoke to Quasimodo.
He asked me if I missed talking to him at night.
I've deleted most of my posts off his Facebook.
Gawd, I want to suck his face off.

Jivan is lovely.
He's helping me with my CV.
He also gave me advice about my esteem and confusion.
...I want to see a picture of him. I'm intrigued.
He really makes my panties wet.

I think I've decided, once uni starts, I'm going to join a yoga class....and start skipping.

I love cocky guys.
...even Rajni.

I need to buy more underwear.
La Senza are crap.
The colour runs.
My beautiful yellow bra has gone a dull snotty colour.
I want a caramel coloured set, and a white set.

Bin-Walid's baby is due soon.
I should meet him before, really.
Yea, I want this to be as guilt-less as possible.
Which is hard, because he's a married man and is a sweetheart.
Provisional date: Tuesday 11th September.
Location: St. Pauls.
Victoria line to Oxford Circus, Central to St. Pauls... Just in case I forgot.
For lunch? Coffee? Damn.
An hour? Is that long enough for me to forget about my insecurities?
I need to buy baby clothes before then.
I think it's a boy.
I hope we meet for dinner.
I want to snog his face off.
..I also want a tube ride with him. See if he'll do what he said he might.

I don't know anyone on my course yet.
Scary.

I need to write my letter of resignation.
Scary!
..but I need to do it.
I hate my work place.

Salman Khan keeps texting me.
It's nice, and he's funny and makes me want to piss myself laughing.
..BUT, he works with Mother.
I know I almost fancy him, because he's so charismatic and so cocky and confident... but, I shouldn't be so chummy with him.
Especially, after what happened after I came back form his house.
Mother doesn't appreciate.
If he wasn't Muslim, I'd love to go for drinks with him.
Maybe dance with him.
..Even though he's 40 odd.

Oh. My. Gawsh.
I like older men.
...Well, I've always known that, about 98% of the guys I've liked were over 3 years older than me.
But, I liker older older guys.
Over 9 years older.
Quasi, Jivan, Salman...?