Quite uninteresting but sometimes funny…

Oh, god…have just spend a hell of a lot of money on clothes…but some are for AJ so it must be ok on some level right?? Right??….

Oh, god….

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I was supposed to have a “Health MOT” on my gym yesterday. A health MOT is something that my gym provides (for free!) for members. You basically check in exactly how bad of a shape you’re in. I was really nervous. As a smoker who likes beer a lot and is possibly the laziest person in the world, I cannot have good results. Seriously, I eat take away quite a lot now (especially after the gym, who can cook after being on a cross trainer for 45 min??), I smoke every day, I drink every weekend, I make my boyfriend get water for me if Im in our sofa in the front room, even though our flat is so small that going to the kitchen hardly would take time and effort. See?

Anyhow when I got there turns out, I can do it, because you’re not supposed to eat for FOUR hours before and I had totally forgot! I eat all the time. I have a desk drawer filled with apples, clementines, KitKat, peanuts, Kellogs K bites etc…So now i have to do it some other time!

The worst thing was when I was talking to the stroppy, skinny gym receptionist and i told her that I had eaten she gave me the “Im not surprised you fatty”-look and even though I assured her it was just an apple she gave me the “yeah an apple, sure it was! I know you ate a Snickers, you pig”-look and so on. I just wanted to scream at her “Well, you might be skinnier than me, but Im still way better looking than you, you polish hag!” Well i am!

Anyhow, not much news going on in P. Kay world at the moment. I hope you’re still with me Bob? And Anja, I took a look at the other blog and if i EVER start writing like that or posting photos like that, kidnap me and de-brainwash me!

Over and out!

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Ive been searching istock for a general photo that I can use on the web page Im working for and boy, they have a lot of photos! And they all have weird little lines explaining the picture. I searched for “woman using lap top” and got (amongst other things) “Tired business woman by computer”. They actually have photos for that! And lots of them too!

Anyway, I think i might have found one. I found one called “Happy woman by laptop” that might just work!

Other news, my dear gran is giving me a quite big pile of money and it couldnt come at a better time! Thanks gran! Even though you can be racist and the most annoying person ever (“P, have you gained weight? You look a bit fatter than the last time I saw you?” “Yes gran, Im fat. Thats because I live in ENGLAND when even the air is deep fried!”) Im quite glad that you still like me.

My gran is like any other I guess. A lot of them get a bit racist when they grow old. Im not saying Im accepting it, i think its disgusting to have that little respect for someone just because of the colour of his/her skin etc. Same thing with gay people. To say that they shouldnt be able to adopt etc is like having an sexual interest apartheid. Why shouldnt they have the same right to marriage and kids? Its sick to think they shouldnt. But everyone is different i guess.

Anyway, work doing good, getting loads of cash and Its friday, cant complain really, this is a great day!

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Forgot to say that I went to the gym again yesterday. I feel really good about it! Like Im achieving something and getting somewhere, even though Im literary pedaling away on the same spot for 45min. Anyway, at first I was alone and could pedal away as much or little as i wanted, but then one of thoseguys (buck loads of gel in his hair and muscles big as watermelons all topped off with an orangey tan) came up to the machine next to me and started to pedal away with a frenzy never seen before, hardly breaking a sweat. While I stood there sweating like a pig right before slaughter time, pedaling on less than half of his speed.

The annoying thing with being out of shape and trying to get in to shape is that it takes time. A lot of time. Like, Im supposed to have a heart rate of 128 when I do my workout, so I hold my hands on those sensor things and start pedaling. Only problem is that my heart rate is then like 170, so the machine makes me slow down so I can get the ideal HR, but to get there, I have to go so slow the machine is going to turn off it self (has happened on MANY occasions) because it thinks no one is using it. So my new slow down HR is now 150. We cant be too picky in life and If i keep on trying to achieve a heart rate of 128, Im gonna be one fat person with a £70 a month gym membership, thats all Im sayin!

Plus everyone else at my gym are really, really fit and have designer gym shoes/bags/sweatpants while I jog away in a pair of leggings from New Look (or similar) and and old top from god knows where. All of them look like fitness instructors themselves while I…well Im not Hurley from Lost fat (yet…) but Im hardly on the slim side of life…oh, who the hell cares? Personally I know I have the whole fridge stuffed with KitKat (dont ask why) and Im thinking of eating it ALL tonight! Of course I have to fight AJ for half of it…maybe i can distract him with something…what would distract AJ? Oh, my boobs! Sorted, more KitKat for me!

Cheers

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No, Im not a satanist, but i dont believe in god either. The god like expression is just that, an expression. For me anyway. Usually it gets the point across, if you know what I mean.

Also thanks for the kind words your wrote (good change from calling me a twat), might I have a new fan? I just thought a lot of people (myself included) never really think about the good things we do and when we get compliments about our work we usually say that its not that good etc.

Im quite intrigued by you Bob, I have to say!

Have a nice day everyone!

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I might have a bit of a hard time right now, but sometimes Im amazingly god-like, perfect! Have to remeber that next time I fell different. You too IL! I mean that YOU are too!

Cheers

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Had meetings today with important people. Hate that. They are always dressed in suits and high heels while I walk around in jeans, headphones and fake converse. Oh, well!

Im still intruiged of who Bob is! If you look at my post “Peter Griffin in a kilt” you can see a comment made by Bob (bob@hotmail.com) saying just a simple twat. Who’s Bob? is he/she a friend of mine being funny or is it spam or is it someone who truly doesnt like me? Regardless just spelling out the word twat was a bit unpolite I must say.

Anyway! Im about to die, or at least thats how it feel. Its only tuesday and we have THREE more days of the week! Is it just me or are the weekend shorter nowdays? When AJ went to school, he had school on saturdays as well! And if you got penalty you had to stay behind on sundays as well, how sick is that! So if you got caught smoking one week it could take two weeks before you got ONE day off! Im so glad I never had to do that, though i think the idea of saturday school died out in Sweden around the 50’s.

ah…bored now.

Good night!

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Who are you Bob?

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The underground in London gives material to a thousand stories, comic strips (www.emcartoons.com) etc but this morning i saw something so strange i almost needed a cigarette to calm my nerves.

There was this guy…that looked exactly like Peter Griffin from Family Guy! But the weirdest thing was that he was wearing a kilt at 8.30 in the morning. In London. I could not stop staring at him! He must have thought that I was crazy!

Had the most amazing day yesterday. Slept in and didnt leave bed until midday. Then I went for coffee with IL in Clapham. After a coffee we went for a walk and talked about everything from anorexia to annoying people one used to know in highschool. I love the fact that I can talk to IL about anything and she understands what I mean! Anyway, after that we ended up at Strada were we where supposed to take another coffee but instead took a glass of wine. The waiter was very friendly and even though we ordered a small glass each he filled them up all the way saying he “gave us a bit extra because we seemed nice”. Then he got us shots on the house! At like 6pm a Sunday afternoon. Ah, well! And shots to red wine…urgh! But of course we had to drink them.

Came home to my loving boyfriend who had cleaned the flat, cooked dinner AND rolled up a lot of cigarettes for me! What more could a girl ever want eh?

I have a bit of  a reality show crush btw! Oliver from Essex who was in last weeks auditions for the X factor, mmmm! Plus he sang Stevie Wonder without effort! Thats gotta be worth something, right? Yeah, yeah, I know Im sad.

Cant wait until the weekend! Its so far away!

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Jesus Christ! So fucking tired! Plus Im in “the other office” right now. Which means the office where the company I work for has its call centre. Which I have to visit twice a week. The head office is on the 6thfloor in a shiny new building withamazing views over London whilst the other office is in a…not as nice part of London with very limited air con. Ah, well!

Went to0 the gym last night and I think I have broken my toe or something, it hurts every time I move it. Ok, its probably not broken, just in chock after me joining the gym, but still! Im walking around like a cripple. Like one of those people whose one leg is longer than the other.

I understand now that you are still grasping the incredible fact that I have joined the gym. I wrote about it last week and it might seem too good to be true, but no! Right now I go twice a week (will go up to three when my body has adjusted) and run even! Yesterday I tried out a new machine. Well new for me anyway. It was one of those pedal/arm things. You stand on two enormous pedals and then you hold two staffs in your hands and then you start. The arm thing was ok to grasp, but to get in to the rhythm of the pedals with my feet was fucking hard! Almost fell off, right on the guy standing next to me on another one of those machines. And naturally he was smirking at me pedaling away with great speed not flinching once. Fucker.

TmrwI’m meeting up with IL. We are planning a night in her bed…no lesbo action no, but loads of red wine! Cheap red wine even, hurrah! I cant wait!

xx

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