The day after the night before.

Pizza at pizza express, starters and desserts, and a bottle and a half of wine,

and i still didn't get head, everything else was much appreciated, lovely, especially the poon tang, as we have now formally decided to call SEX.

We sat down and had that talk, you know the one i thought wouldn't happen, i started with, 'i don't want you to move in', well, really there is no point, and then he bettered that by saying that, in no certain terms that when he gets back from travelling, all those things i want to happen, i presume he means babies and marriage and all that jazz, i would also like to win the lottery, have labradors, a big house and be able to walk the dog (thats the yo yo walk the dog), so if he can encompass all of that id be mightily impressed.

But i still get the feeling tht tonight was just about making me happy, avoiding the issue, he has the fear factor residing in him, im not exactly asking him to drop his testicles into a vat of greasy scorpions, but i believe that is what he would rather do than move in. I really did have a wonderful time despite james constantly staring at my pendulum encrusted breasts and having his hands down the back of my jeans, he held my hand, told me i was beautiful, paid for all the food, he was charming, but when is he not.

I think everyone knows my views on him moving in, i don't want it any more, well i do but i don't want to force it, its the same with the whole meeting parents thing, the more i bring it up the less likely it is to happen, and im not even sure that i want to meet them anymore, well daddy heneghan does sound quite cool, iv just been warned to not mention the irish in anyway related to the potato famine.

To change the subject, iv just been accepted for an nursing agency, thornbury, and the great thing is, i get paid 35-62 pounds an HOUR, so much fun, it makes my job worthwhile, iv been advised no to tell people how much im going to be making as the other staff may hate me with a passion, i am going to make over 400 pounds a shift, clear tax, money money money, well its the next best thing to winning the lottery, a downer is probably that i will end up with the patient nobody else wants, and if its anything like where i work now, respiratory weans, hell if im getting paid to do that, im happy.

So now im in devon, sat in front of the simpsons, talking to my parents lodger, jo, who just so happens to be my best friends little brother, and his girlfried, soon to be ex? i think, they are still in the throws of debating their relationship, but then they are 18.

im here till saturday. don't know what else to write, i need to find some pictures to upload, so this blog will inevitabley get republished.

I HATE LISA SIMPSONS PINEAPPLE HEAD.

At james' request, some good hotos of me and him.