Pieces of Me*
Queen of the Irish and PianoMan came round last night for a few beers. I'm increasingly convinced that they should fall in love, get married, and have babies. But we shall see. I'm just saying it now so that if it does happen I can wave this blog entry around and shout "See? SEE? I know ALL, and you are all just PAWNS in my EVIL GAME!"
*ahem*
Moving swiftly on...
I submitted to some skincare hype and bought some illuminating/ radiance/ glow-like-a-goddess stuff on Friday. And I must admit, I am looking more radiant and glowy. Maybe not 70% more radiant as promised on the packaging, but more radiant nonetheless. I was slowly trying to wean myself off buying beauty products based purely on the advertising, but it seems I've failed again. Still, at least this one works.
The Cheque should arrive in the next couple of days, and will render me/us 19% less indebted (yes I worked it out, yes I'm a geek) once I use a large chunk of it to pay off some credit cards. Perhaps a better way of putting it is that it will decrease my credit card possession from 9 to 3 (yes, I have many credit cards, no it is not all shopping debt). I kind of feel sick with the anticipation. And not all in a good way. I am bad with money, and suddenly being given quite a bit of it makes me nervous. Luckily I have been mature and sensible and taken financial advice, so I don't think there's too much margin for screwing up on this one. I hope.
The sun is out, and my SAD (officially diagnosed, I'll have you know, none of this 'I must have SAD because I don't like mornings') is pretty much passed for another year. It's been remarkably better this year, mainly I think because I work in an office which has one wall that is 75% window, and it lets in a lot of light. As ever, though, the passing of SAD marks the advent of Bikini Fear Season, which is why I have started morning workouts again. Yep, I was out of bed and cardio-boxing at 7am... (that's some Fear!)
Hmmm. This has been a very long entry. So I shall stop now. I'm in a rambling mood and I'll blather on all day otherwise...
*This is a Tori Amos reference and NOT, repeat NOT, an Ashleeeighay Simpson one.
*ahem*
Moving swiftly on...
I submitted to some skincare hype and bought some illuminating/ radiance/ glow-like-a-goddess stuff on Friday. And I must admit, I am looking more radiant and glowy. Maybe not 70% more radiant as promised on the packaging, but more radiant nonetheless. I was slowly trying to wean myself off buying beauty products based purely on the advertising, but it seems I've failed again. Still, at least this one works.
The Cheque should arrive in the next couple of days, and will render me/us 19% less indebted (yes I worked it out, yes I'm a geek) once I use a large chunk of it to pay off some credit cards. Perhaps a better way of putting it is that it will decrease my credit card possession from 9 to 3 (yes, I have many credit cards, no it is not all shopping debt). I kind of feel sick with the anticipation. And not all in a good way. I am bad with money, and suddenly being given quite a bit of it makes me nervous. Luckily I have been mature and sensible and taken financial advice, so I don't think there's too much margin for screwing up on this one. I hope.
The sun is out, and my SAD (officially diagnosed, I'll have you know, none of this 'I must have SAD because I don't like mornings') is pretty much passed for another year. It's been remarkably better this year, mainly I think because I work in an office which has one wall that is 75% window, and it lets in a lot of light. As ever, though, the passing of SAD marks the advent of Bikini Fear Season, which is why I have started morning workouts again. Yep, I was out of bed and cardio-boxing at 7am... (that's some Fear!)
Hmmm. This has been a very long entry. So I shall stop now. I'm in a rambling mood and I'll blather on all day otherwise...
*This is a Tori Amos reference and NOT, repeat NOT, an Ashleeeighay Simpson one.
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