Ramblings after a week without.

Sorry dear reader.  Its been kind of hectic over the past couple of days.

True be told I've actually been feelin' rather good :)  Of course there are some annoyances.

• I keep waking up at 5am.  To make it worse it will stop happening for a couple of days then start up again.
• The ongoing debate with my friends as to what constitutes "What Krave should be looking for in a partner"
• The ever worrying money situation.

So for some reason my brain wakes up ate 5am most mornings.  At first I thought I was just stressed out from work, I had a couple of big jobbies (*snicker*) (Turds are called Jobbies in Aberdeen)  going on.  All that finished at the end of last week but most nights I am still waking up at 5am!  What to do.  Best bet would probably to get my lazy ass out of bed and ease into the day.  Of course that would probably require purchasing a coffee machine!  *grin*  Shit the next thing you'll be saying that I need a stove!

Ah.  My new favorite.  "This is the nice girl that you should be dating" or "Holy Mother of God you mean that your actually thinking of flying without the Husband/Boyfriend safety net?!  Wow!".  It only seems to work out that way.  I blame Butch for that.  I was fine before I started seeing her behind Barbies back.  Course then there was the whole scary I think I pregnant with your child.  We've decided to keep it.  *shudder*  Turns out she wasn't but it still gave me the willies.  Sorry I digress.  Here's my current thinking.  I haven't been able to get on the horse again after being thrown.  Simple as that.  I don't want to mess up a "nice" girl with my baggage.  There I said it.  Of course it's probably just a cover up for my cowardice.  After all doesn't everyone have free will?  Can't they tell me to bugger off?  Of course they can!   The question is am I more scared of em agreeing to go out with me or rejecting me?  I think that the former is scarier at the moment.  I tell you what though I really don't want to do the whole smashed thing anymore.  What I mean is, I don't want to pick up girls from the bar and wake up in the morning and wonder what that lump is in the bed next to me.  Then having to knew a limb off to escape.  No thanks.

Yes I have to call that girl that I met the other night, while I was looking at a homer.  More like I got dragged into doing a homer for a friends company.  Bubbles was supposed to do it but she hasn't, ".. done this stuff for so long.  Could you just come along and advise me what should be done for them.  They said that they would take you to the Horse after."  (The Horse is a strip club of dubious repute.  Probably classier than the place Roxy works but not much.)  So I reluctantly agreed.  When I got home from work on Wednesday I was exhausted.  "Ahh", I thought, "Nap and make some pies.  No one's called for the consultation so were good to have a nice relaxing evening".  No soon had I thought that than the phone rings and it's her husband. 

Turns out she had forgotten all about it and so hadn't told me.  Roped in anyway I made my way over there.  Wandered around while she promised the World the Moon and the Stars - I have no idea how she's going to do all that she's promised to do.  I didn't realise until later that she had planned it so that way so I would jump in and bail her out and train her at the same time.  It was later decided that simpler was better.  So after the walkthrough, I'm tired and grumpy.  I hungry and simply want to go home.

Well.  When we get to the bar there's this hotty at the end of the table, it's OK though she's with the tattooed guy across from her.  Oh no.  She's glancing down at me every now and then.  Meanwhile Bubbles is getting loudly drunk, but in a good way, reminiscing about our travel adventures and trying to set me up with random girls that are floating in and out from the volleyball courts.  All to no avail, like I said I was a tad grumpy.  Later on when I wasn't grumpy and the girl started coming on to me, Bubbles wouldn't leave me alone!  WTF!  *grin*  It's all for the best I suppose, she was drinking 32oz's as if they were going out of fashion ;)  Also it's not like I'm not going to get the chance to see her again.  Not the way Bubble managed to set me up!

Got mud volleyball as well tomorrow.  No idea where, just told to turn up at a specific train station at a specific time for the bus.  *shrug* Mud, girls, beer, girls.. Should be fun :)

Ahh the money situation.  After spending most of the week - that I wasn't out drinking with strange girls - trying to figure out where all my cash is going.  It turns out that I've been spending from both my play money account and my bill paying account with an equal lake of care and attention.  Basically I've been spending on both and then coming up short for the bills.  What an arse!  So I fixed that.  Trying for some discipline now ;)

I'm going to submit this now.  Don't want to over do it.