Dirty Stop Out

I am a Dirty Stop Out, according to my own Mother, it's always fun to be woken up by a concerned parent by them saying, "What time did you get in at last night? You're such a dirty stop out." Ah Motherly Love.

To be fair I was a bit of a Dirty Stop Out, but I'm not working 'till 3pm and the clocks went back, which means an extra hour in bed, so why the hell not. Plus I was out with Cute Guy From Work, which always makes it more interesting.

No gossip though, but hopefully some soon.


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HAPPY 20th BIRTHDAY to my sisters the Twins (their official name) have a great day girlies.

The Cute Boy at Work.

This post does exactly what it says on the tin. There is a cute boy at work. Some times I really do heart crushes, especially on people at wprk, as it gives you a reason to put makeup on.

He is such a sweetie, although slow, very, very slow. But at least he is too lazy to turn into an arse. However there are problems, as usual Problem numero uno; he is only 20. Promblemo numero duo; I've totally already pulled him. Ooops.

Vocabulary

I don't think my vocabulary is particularly large or varied, however when conversing with my peers, they always seem to be stood in front of me making confused faces, and arguing that "feigning" is not a real word.

In any case, I wish these friends of mine picked up the occasional book to read, as these conversations are becoming physically painful for me. Although I don't think any will be as horrific as the day I saw a blackboard at work informing the staff that today's soup of the day was "sweet potatoe" I cried a little.

"Real" Life

If you had to find a "real" job, to start your "real" life, or continue working in a pub with people you like (possibly fancy) what would you do????


OK, I'll start looking for a proper job again, but I'm not happy about it.