Shoes, Laughs and Cocktails

I have always wondered why love is blind.
I have a friend who was with her ex for about seven months. He was 22 with no job, lived at home with his mum and spent all his benefit money on going to the pub. My friend was infatuated with him, still is actually. She was having a rough time when they got together; she had just lost her job and wasn’t getting on with her parents, so going to see him was probably an escape for her…But he was awful! She couldn’t even look at another guy without him going mad, and all the while ha was still constantly texting his ex girlfriend!
She would admit what he was like and said she didn’t know why she put up with him but she never finished it. He did, about six weeks ago. Since then my friend has got a new job and her own place – coincidence, I think not!
So I go to see her new place on Monday, because I haven’t seen her for a couple of weeks and he is on the phone, giving her grief about who she is friends with on Facebook, but they aren’t together. She thinks he wants them to be back together and he will be nicer to her then. I however, think it’s a little ironic that he has appeared back on the scene a week after she moved into her new house and the day she started her new job.
I am just torn between wanting to shake some sense into her and not wanting to sound like I’m telling her how to live her life.

I have seen a job in the paper that I would love. Its based in Florida, working on a cruise ship sailing the Caribbean and the Bahamas, working for six months and then having two months off. One major problem though, I live with my boyfriend and best friend. They couldn’t afford to live in the house if I wasn’t contributing and I’d miss them, especially him sooooooooo much. He spent six years in the army and as a result has travelled vastly. I, on the other hand, have never been out of Europe. He has told me that it would be a good opportunity for me and he thinks we’re strong enough to cope with the time (and great distance) apart. I could just do the first 6 months, to experience it all, and then leave but I really don’t know?? Could we last, or would the distance and time be too great and then we can't go back?

I am quickly realising I have no will power. I am determined to lose some weight and get fit. I started keeping a food diary about a week ago when I found out I weigh over thirteen stone and my boyfriend weighs less than twelve!! I know that he is unhappy with his weight and says that he shouldn’t be that light so he is working on putting weight on but I still feel huge. So my healthy eating began….. Now I have a thing for chocolate and I am still eating it!! Even though I hate looking in the mirror and I think I look horrible in everything I put on. I just don’t get why I am still eating it???
I have been eating a bit better but its not enough. I also cannot muster up the energy to exercise, eve though I know I need to. I think this is partly to do with the fact that my boyfriend is always home when I am and I definitely don’t want to exercise in front of him and show him just how unfit I am! I may have to start doing it in the bathroom! Well, I suppose I’ll have to, I will be slimmer!!!

I'm having a bit of career issue. I'm currently a receptionist at a Solicitors which deals solely with property. As you can imagine, in the current financial climate the office is pretty quiet, hence me being able to write on here instead of answering the phones, filing etc.
The problem i have is that just before the property market began crashing I was beginning my raining to become a secretary, dealing with any extra work.
Now I am stuck behing the reception desk, getting paid a pittance and feeling very bored and discontent. I am just in a dilema as to whether to quit or hang tight for a while longer. The office is close to home and I like everyone I work with but I don't want to be stuck here for the next two years answering a couple of phone calls an hour ( I'd have a huge blog though!)
I'm just very, very confused. :-(

My weekend was fab!!! Actually my Saturday night/Sunday morning was. Up until about 11pm Saturday night it had been a bit of a disaster. It was my first night out in waaaay too long and all day things kept going wrong. But the night ended up being great. A club that plays only RnB music with not too many sleazy guys spoiling your fun. There was the one who thought me and my mate were lesbians because we weren't interested in his poor chat up lines but on the whole they were nice guys who didn't push once i said i had a boyfriend, they were happy with a dance and a chat. I consumed too many Southern Comforts and sambuccas and was probably dancing like a fool but who cares - i deserved a good time. I've just moved house you see, my landlord decided he would throw us out so we found a new place and moved in within a fortnight: not an easy task believe me! But my new place is much better so it was all worth it x

I can't believe it has took me so long to actually start a blog. I LOVE talking n writing so this is perfect because it's just me chatting away to myself without people's eyes glaing over or not understanding what I am actually going on about (i do have a tendency to go off on tangents when i'm chatting!)