Life is GOOD!  It's my birthday today and I am a spoilt cow!  OH - the loveliest guy on the planet had flowers delivered to my work for me (the workplace he shares with me!) and although I've only just found out they're from him (he didn't sign his name), I was secretly hoping all day!  They're gorgeous!  He's now given me half hour to decide what I want to do this evening and he's going to call me when he's finished work (workaholic, his only fault (although I love him for it!))... If I tell him what I really want to do (take him to bed and ravish him) I don't think he'll know what to do with himself and plus, saving that for Friday night at the hotel - so tonight, dinner it is I guess?

So tomorrow's my 22nd birthday.  I've been stupidly excited and counting the sleeps until this afternoon when all of a sudden I realise the quicker it comes around, the quicker it'll be over... SO... I'm going to make it last the full week!  Tomorrow night, my lovely OH is taking me out for dinner, Wednesday night, my best friend's taking me to the world music awards for my bday, Thursday night - baby shower round my other best friends house where she'll shower ME in gifts, Friday night - OH and I are staying in a hotel after a celebratory 7 course birthday meal at a fancy smancy restaurant as he can't come out for celebrations on Saturday, Sat night - the big piss up!  All my friends in one room drinking alcohol - aside from my new lover which is sad :-(... Sunday I'll be recovering so I'll accept at that point my birthdays gone for another year... which I hate!  On the other hand, it'll be nice to be past 21... it's that annoying age where everyone says "awww, you're only a baby!" - PISS OFF!!!!

Wish me a happy birthday!! :-)

Okay... OH and I are officially an item.  We're at that annoying lovey dovey stage where we never want to be apart and we're all over eachother in public... I HATE public displays of affection so I don't know what's happened to me!  I'm falling hard and fast for him but I don't care, I know Clares long gone now... I was even cool when they went to dinner on Friday night, because I know he's only got eyes for me, plus, he told me it was really awkward with Clare this time because he was worrying about me worrying and because there's nothing between them anymore.  LOVING this!!  Tuesday night it's my 22nd birthday, we'e going to stay in a hotel and then he's going to go to work on Wednesday and I'm going to go home to be with my mum for the day.  Work still don't know about us, neither do his friends or family but this is a joint choice.  I don't want people that know Clare assuming I had something to do with them breaking up so we're going to give it a while so the timing doesn't look so bad.  In the meantime, we're spending as much time together as possible and making everyone gag! YAY!  ... I really couldn't be happier!!

... yes, OH and I ARE an item... it's lovely, I adore him.  Can't tell all tonight as he's on the way to get me but will tell all soon and make you all gag!  LOVE this part of a relationship!

L x

I spent the whole day yesterday suffering from Friday nights antics. I slept ‘til 1, had a hair appointment at 1:30 to make myself feel better and then mum took me shopping. She’s my Angel. I text OH and asked him to come to see Borat at the cinema with me (LOVED THE FILM!!! - HILARIOUS!!) - he agreed as long as I promised to not be sick on his shoes (I’m so embarrassed!!). He picked me up at 8, we watched the film and then went for NON alcoholic beverages. Back to mine at 11pm and sat in the kitchen. I knew after the night before we needed to talk because I vaguely remembered when laying in bed with him that we were talking about ‘US’ for the first time. I brought it up again whilst I was sober and we had the ‘talk’. We want to be together but timings so crap. 5 weeks he’s been out of a relationship with Clare which he swears he’s not going to get back into but I’m scared and I told him that. I’ve told him he needs to think about what he wants and until he’s sure we shouldn’t see each other. He was so sweet, he wants to be with me but wants me to trust he won’t be back with Clare first. I can’t trust him yet, it’s too soon. The non social thing didn’t really work, we weren’t supposed to be talking or seeing each other and we’ve spoken and text all day. He even asked me to go out tonight but I’m poorly. I’ll see him tomorrow regardless. We’re making progress at last… it just may take a while!

So Thursday night I have a ‘leaving do’ for someone at work. This consists of going for a curry with everyone at the ‘Gaylord’ (seriously it IS called that!!) after work. I stupidly got drunk and spend the whole of Friday recovering at work whilst everyone around me talks about how I spilt wine in their dinner and generally made a complete twat out of myself!!

To make matters worse… Friday night, it’s the commercial do. The night went like this:

5:30pm - everyone (9 of us including OH) get lifts to Jongleurs comedy club in Reading. We start drinking in the bar downstairs at 6pm-ish. I haven’t eaten all day but promise to pace myself with the alcohol and keep my dignity. This lasts approximately 30 minutes. At 7pm we take sits at our table in the comedy club and order food… and drink. 8 pitchers of beer ordered and a BOTTLE of Pinot Blush rose for me… all on the company credit card. I finish the bottle by about 9 and another is put in front of me. By this point I’m drunk and see this as a challenge… so I down 4 glasses in a row. From this point onwards (half way through the 2nd out of 3 comedians) I don’t remember anything until I get home. OH’s version of events are as follows:

I was coherent and sat through the interval and 3rd comedian. When they were clearing the tables for the disco, I stood at the end of the table chatting and he saw I was starting to look a little worse for wear. He then reappears with a pint of water for me which I tip upside down whilst stating “I don’t want water!” - HOW AWFUL! Approximately 5 minutes after this I collapse and I’m caught by OH. He tries to take me out for fresh air but I can’t hold my own weight, my DIRECTOR then helps him carry me down 3 flights of stairs for air… as I hit the air, I start chucking in the street. I’m sick approximately 7 times, looked after by the bouncers, insist OH gets me tissues and I’m sick on his shoes along with falling head first into my own sick. I’m then put in a cab by my director and OH and I insist that he doesn’t leave me… he doesn’t. The taxi stops 4 times on the way home for me to be sick and I eventually finish chucking outside my house at 1am when I start remembering again. The first thing I recall seeing is my mum walking towards me at the top of the road with both her arms out saying “come on sweetie, come in” and then she says “Hi OH, nice to meet you… god you’re handsome!” - OH MY GOD!!! I then wake the whole family, fall off my bed trying to take my boots off and tell mum to tell OH he has to stay with me and he CAN’T go home. He stayed the night. He was SO good to me, I’m not worthy of him. Plus, it’s borderline love now, he snogged me, AFTER I was sick! At some point I fell asleep, woke up at 8am still very drunk and say “You stayed!!!!” with complete joy in my voice. Awwwwwwww, despite the fact that I have completely humiliated myself in front of everyone that matters, I made progress with OH!!! J