um. well, here is my first entry - just to see what it looks like. not exactly an endless musing, but there you go...i can only post from work so it might get a bit sketchy - from now on please ignore my complete disregard for spelling, presentation and grammar and just enjoy yourselves

*edit* um. there is quite a bit missing from this blog now. I started it cos I had a crush on someone, that never really worked itself out (apart from a bit of snogging and lots of vodka) and then he moved away, a long way away, and that was that. And then, because the internet works abroad, he found 20six, and took exception to a cpl of things I said about his friends. Which I'm very sorry about. Very sorry, cos I fucked it up by doing that really.

But I'm more sorry that I got completely embarrassed and tried to take out every reference to him I could find, so my early blog is full of holes. There's no point reading it. Start in November. That's when I managed to.

Bless my boyf, he's a sweetie of the highest degree.

Met him: At a wedding. I was there with Uni Boyf at the time, but we were on the verge of breaking up (I couldn't stop, er, shagging other ppl). He was running the bouncy castle, smoking a fag and looking SO fit. Had to speak to him, so:

Moi: Should you be smoking? Don't you need your lungs to blow up that castle?

Him: Nah, mate. It's got a generator round the back.

Cue sneaky snogging in a dimly lit corridor. Which pretty much sums him up! Split up with Uni Boyf soon after and after a few months of glorious (and rather stupidly dangerous) freedom led to the Big Disaster of Feb 02, Bouncy Castle Man is so supportive I fall madly in love with him. So I sack Uni, move Dahn Sarf and here I am.

He likes: Football (Arsenal), drinking (Guiness), dancing (surprisingly well) and kids. Poss. cos he is a big one sometimes. His fam are q. large, he has 8 neices and nephews and they love him to bits. V. much a people's person, can't say no to anyone, heart of gold. Has he cheated on me? I know once (only a snog tho) I suspect more (espesh in the beginning) but who am I to complain. Comes home to me at the end of the day. Always gives good lovin'.

He looks like: Black black hair, blue blue eyes. Sexy big nose. Mouth like Henri's. Fittest body - certainly of anyone I've ever had. Cute ass. Fancy the pants off him.

EDIT: 2moro, more significant lads.

WARNING - I will come across as a bitch

Met him: At Uni natch. I went to an unspecified ex-poly in the Midlands (ok, here. Loved it too much not to mention it) We were in halls together in the first year and eventually realised just how much we liked each others company. Were together for 3 years (ish, I lose count) the first 18 months of which were brill. Then I met GD and had a wonderful lovely and stupid affair with him. Ended it. Told Uni Boyf. We thought about splitting but it seemed such a shame, so we didn't, but GD had opened the flood gates and I'm ashamed to say I cheated a few more times. Split up after I met Current Boyf (tho not entirely because of him) at the start of my fourth year. Left the Midlands forever following the Disaster of Feb 2002. Never finished my degree. I know, am twat. Uni Boyf is still there, battling away - it's just too easy to get pissed and not do any work at uni, although I hear rumours the town has changed beyond all recognition since I was there. No more Riverside?! The Old Bell - a Wetherspoons?!) Hmmm. Can see my time there is gonna warrant an entry of it's own.

Still speak to him loads, get on much better now we no longer live and do naughty stuff together. He is v. wary of the N situ, pretty much dead against it and it's easy to see why. After N brought me back a big £50 box of chocs from Brussels, Uni Boyf came out with the immortal line 'Expensive chocs are all very well, but you can eat loads more Dairy Milk without getting sick.' How true. Really should listen to him more.

Took me til now to work out why I keep posting twice. Am officially dense.

BTW isn't my colour scheme wonderful? It did take me an entire afternoon of skiving off work to get it like this.

Am starting to wonder about the comments. Do I reply? Do I repay the thought by commenting back? Knew this would happen if I checked public, but it's a bit of a cop out not to. After all, if you can find it, I allow the stuff here to get rated. Have a similar prob with the Fortean Times MB. Have lurked around there for ages, and even registered, yet still haven't posted despite the fact I feel I know everyone by name. Suppose that's just what you get for joining a new community.

Also, it hasn't taken me much of a look around to notice plenty of people here at 20six are intrinsically cool. Which, malheuresment, I am not. I had to stop smoking aged 16 when I caught sight of myself in a shop window huffing and puffing and generally not smoking properly at all. All my mates still smoke. Of course this means I have a complete inability to chuff a politely offered spliff without duckarsing it and throwing up in the corner. Have taken e twice in my whole life (would do it again tho, I guess if I could be arsed) and am too scared to spray Sudafed up my nose, let alone have to forcibly sniff something. Think this may be related to be lodging a feather up there (I don't know why I was sniffing feathers. I was an odd child.) age six.

Absolutely nothing has happened today (so what the fuck am I typing about? Who knows.) We're getting a new guy in the office in a cpl of weeks, but I still can't get excited about it. We've fixed the fridge. A man came to check the fire alarms. The sky is a wonderful blue and I am stuck in an office made of glass with no air con. Damn sadistic architects.

And on that happy note... 

I've just puked up at work (in the toilets luckily).

This blog is proving remarkably useful for stuff I cannot possibly tell anyone else.

I love words. I mean, I really do. I don't profess to being a great writer, but I am a great reader. Just thought it would be nice to share, I'll do a couple a week or whatever.

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Had this poem in my mind all week, poss cos of the weather, my location and the fact that I first heard back in a classroom at around this time of year.

Adlestrop - Edward Thomas