Well it's been like a month without a word, I'd better make this a long one. I've had some much needed time away from home - house sitting for my aunt. The joy of coming home everyday to a empty, peaceful house was just the best feeling. I've been back home now for two days and already I feel stressed! What is it about living with my family that I hate so much? We live in pretty great house (if I say so myself), I have a killer bedroom with all the mod cons of modern life and I never have to wait for the bathroom cause we have three of them  My two brothers can be little shits at times but who doesn't have sibling trouble? So why do I long for a different place? I think is a space thing, I LOVE my own space, some days I just wanna come home from work and chill out with no one to bug me. Is that selfish of me? I actually have a wedding to go to this weekend, hey  I couldn't tell the last time I went to a wedding they are becoming very rare these days. I have no idea what to buy for a wedding gift, they didn't have one of those 'lists' so it's gonna have to be vouchers or something. Oooh I'm so excited can't wait to get my party on. Speaking of partying I went out last weekend to a club in central London. It was all going fine the music was good and my ever- so- low cut dress looked stunning. I spotted a guy in the crowd, he looked like a young Vin Diesel (my all time crush) lets just say by this point I was loving the night. I was with my young, trendy aunt who dashed across the dance floor to Mr. Vin jr and brought him over, I was puzzled - did she know him? Turns out she did know him and so did I, he was my older cousin! I hadn't seen him in over ten years I was mortified. The ONLY hot guy in the club was my fucking cousin what are the odds of that? Anyway one must look to the future and I intend on keeping myself busy. Next weekend i'm seeing Stevie Wonder in concert  I managed to bag good (expensive) tickets so watch this space for concert pics  xoxo |