Well it’s taken it’s own good time getting here, but my stupid period has finally arrived. Apologies for being so frank, but the damn thing has been THREE WEEKS LATE. Two weeks ago I had a chocolate craving, so I figured it was on it’s way, but no. Then last week my boobs started playing up (which may have had something to do with my spectacular fall that somehow even managed to give me a bruise on my cleavage) but still it was a no show!
It got to the point last night that I lay in bed counting back the weeks to the last time I got laid (which was a rather disappointing final shag with TVboy) and figured that if I was pregnant I’d be in a bit of trouble. This (and quite a bit more Gilmore Girls than is usually prescribed before bed) prompted some kind of end of high school pregnancy dream which resulted in me getting up this morning, going to the bathroom and cheering so loud I woke my flatmates. Ah well, they’d get woken up plenty more often if I’d really been up the duff!
Of course, my biggest stress has been the fact that I am fully ready to go on a successful date with Tilted Trilby whose texts are getting so R-rated that I need to shag him soon before the expectation exeeds the reality! For this to happen I need to make a trip to the salon, which is completely pointless if a period shows up the next day. So, you see the predicament I was in!
However, all is well so I’ve made my appointment for ridiculous amounts of pain for next weekend (that’s the waxing, not the sex) and the following week you can expect a detailed account of whether I get to tick the next box on the bingo board!
Friday night I went out in Covent Garden again after finally getting to see Legally Blonde (which is quite good by the way, and well worth a look) and there was a very good looking, tall, dark and handsome man loitering around the members area who seemed to get increasingly more attractive the more drinks I had… funny that.
Anyway, for some crazy reason I could not bring myself to get up and go and talk to him! What is wrong with me??? Some kind of crazy fear of rejection? For goodness sake, I’ve been an actress AND a writer AND a teenage girl in highschool, I’m pretty well adjusted to rejection. Maybe it was because I’d checked him out first instead of it being a reaction to him checking me out… oh this is too complex!
Regardless, it was a very good evening which ended in 2am breakfast at Balans and a stumble through some old victorian alley ways, harking back to the way things were. I strongly recommend Covent Garden side streets in the early hours of the morning, you can almost hear the echo of coaches clattering over the cobbles – it’s pretty magical. But enough of my mystical crap!
What a disjointed post I’ve written today, must be all the caffeine messing with my head…
Until next time!