Just Another Day

My stupid alarm rudely interupted a dream I was having involving Hollyoaks’ Darren Osborne. Ironcially, he was rescuing a dog in a pond. I instantly smacked the snooze button and got another 9 minutes of Daz. Ooh, it were grand.

When the radio went off a second time it was tuned to my fave breakfast show, Johnny Vaughan’s, and Zoe was doing one of her Sunsilk competitions again. So I rang in and won a free night out with a mate and a whole bunch of other laydeez. Result!

As always there was a queue for the Oyster card top-up machine at the tube station. Once I’d done a quick scan of the ticketing area to clock any hunky manbeasts worth gawping at, I picked up a Metro newspaper and read my horoscopes to pass the time – some crap about my ‘assiduousness at work shall be compensated with fruitful rewards further down the line’. Schyeah, right. Fat chance!

I read the 60-second interview with Tom Jones when I got on the tube. Hasn’t he aged well?! I can see why Mum still fancies him. I did mean to glance through the current affairs and politics section.….zzzzzzz, but I fell asleep. My head graciously slopped against the glass divide. I must’ve looked a real stunner with my trap wide open and a faint, echoing snore emanating from within. Well, at least I got a seat.

Late in at work. Slipped by unnoticed though because Jess, who sits next to me, kindly saved my skin by turning on my computer and setting up my desk to look like I’d already arrived. I love Jess, she’s the best.

Did some work. Emailed Megan to see if she wanted to be my guest for the Sunsilk prize. Did a little bit more work. Surfed http://trent.blogspot.com/ for my celeb fix of the day. Apparently, Anna Nicole Smith’s new baby is fathered by her attorney. Smart move.

Megan also sent me a link to this really cute American cartoon. Well worth a chuckle:



Made it through to lunchtime. Got a yummy couscous salad from The Salad Factory that had only 7 grams of fat in it. And most of that was in the dressing. Get me!

All was ruined only moments later, though. The Devil must be working for Sainsbury’s these days because I spied a 2-4-1 spesh on Jaffa Cakes. Gits! Ate a jaffa whilst reading an article in the new Grazia or New Woman (or whatever it was, I buy SO many these days) about Billie Piper’s eating disorders. Got to the bottom of the article at about the same time as the bottom of the jaffa box. I didn’t even know I was doing it! Felt insanely guilty. Therefore, gave 2nd packet of jaffas away.

After work I was going to show my face at Holmes Place (I am a stranger in those parts) to try to get rid of the jaffa-shaped bulge in my belly, but got waylaid by a gorgeous, chocolate brown dress in Karen Millen. I want! Two hundred quid though.

Popped down to TopShop instead to get an el cheapo outfit for my free night out with Megan and the Sunsilk winners. I don’t remember much after arriving at the bar, aside from meeting Zoe then playing some weird games involving balloons and shots of sambucca. Worra laff!

I was pretty hammered when we left. Perfect timing for a random text from Tony. What the hell does he want? I bet he was as pissed as I was. He probably wanted to whine about that mangy pet he calls ‘his girlfriend’. Maybe she’s been crapping on the carpet again. Haha. Tough. Let him stew in it. Still, I do miss him sometimes though.

Forgot Tony in an instance when I caught a hot bloke eyeing up my legs on the tube escalator. Thank God I Venus-ed in the shower this morning.

Fell asleep on the tube, AGAIN! Woken up by a weird bloke in Morden.

Thankfully got the only black cab in the whole of South London. Why don’t they have Oyster pre-pay in black cabs?!