Oh goodness, where to start? So mush has happened! The short of it is: I've had a kidney infection, me and Dave have split up and tomorrow I'm going to Donington again for the British Superbikes so am very excited!!
Basically, Wednesday night I was happily laying watching a film with Lauren, Rusty and Jord when I came over feeling all sick. Literally in the space of 5 minutes, I went from normal to having a terrible pain in my back, a crampy stomach ache, a splitting migraine and had to run to the loo to be sick. Not nice. By Thursday morning I couldn't move. I was laying on my back in bed with the most terrible back pain I've ever had. My cleaners came and cleaned around me (and offered to go and get me hot water bottles amongst other things to try and make me feel better). Eventually Jord came over and saw the pain I was in and called the doctor. I could hardly even walk by now and felt hideously sick. The doctor's were being arsey about the fact that I had moved address and wouldn't come out to see me (remind me again why I bother paying taxes? I don't actually ever see any benefits personally?!). They said they would only see me if I went to them. Well, the state I was in, I could barely get down my stairs, let alone into my brother's van and to the surgery. Somehow, we managed it though (after tears of pain and frustration from me and lots of gentle help from my brother). Once in the van I screamed the whole way to Brentwood (in pain) and once at the doctor's surgery, I laid on the floor (lying down was the most comfortable place to be; sitting up and standing were causing too mush pain). Eventually I was seen and told that it was nothing more than back pain (even though I hadn't done anything to hurt my back at all recently). I didn't believe him (my symptoms were exactly the same as when Lauren had a kidney infection) so I left with extremely high dose painkillers and tablets to stop the sickness. I then drank nothing but gallons of water for two days (as I hear you are supposed to do with a kidney infection) and I am now feeling mush better. I still have a little twinge of pain to one side of my back but other than that I'm fine.
Me and Dave: well, I don't even know what happened really. One minute we were the most loved up couple in the world and couldn't stop telling people how happy we were, the next; I was feeling suffocated (don't I always), had told him I needed my house to feel like my own and he went and got another girlfriend. Never mind. You know me; I can't be with someone longer than a month lately. Same old story: they either try to control me and take over my life (along with this comes jealousy, paranoia, shouting and tantrums) or they turn into a puppy dog, follow me around saying "yes" to everything and I feel like I can't breathe. Dave didn't really become either of the above, all that happened was we ended up practically living together and it got too mush for both of us. At the same time, we both realised we were spending too mush time together and decided to cool off a bit. We had a few days break and then saw each other at Jord's gig last Friday night. I told him to call me later that night; he didn't. Next thing he walks into a bar Monday morning to meet Jord, hand-in-hand with his new bird, who he brazenly introduces to Jordan as if it were normal.
The bottom line is, it obviously wasn't meant to be. I don't feel hurt (and obviously he doesn't as he wasn't too slow in taking advantage of another woman's wares). In fact, I feel great. I did genuinely care about Dave and still do. He's a friend after all and hopefully, we will always be friends. We all know I'm not capable of having relationships for very long and I am the first to admit it. The thing is; I know I keep getting it wrong but like I've said before: if you don't try something, you don't know. He could just be "The One".
Plus I'm happy when there's a man in my life. Granted, I am also happy single but I see men the same way I see chocolate. It's pure pleasure, I love the stuff, I want to try every variety the world has to offer. Sometime I fancy good old dairy milk (or worse, sometimes I even fancy that cheap nasty chocolate you get in advent calenders) and sometimes I fancy the finest handmade Belgium has to offer. No matter what type of chocolate I fancy, however, one thing is for sure; I WILL NEVER give it up (I even have two magnets on my fridge: one is "I'd give up chocolate and men but I'm no quitter" and the other is "I live for chocolate and men"). I'm not saying I want to sample every single man in the world ;) but I am saying that men are to me; a pleasure, something to while away the lonely hours and something to be enjoyed to their full advantage.
Also, as you all probably know by now, I am a true romantic. I get carried away with the passion of lust and longing for true romance. Every time I meet someone I like, I get all excited (like a child) and think that they are something special. In a way, even though my friends tell me otherwise, I think it's quite sweet that I still live life through rose-tinted glasses and have such high hopes for every new relationship. Yes, I do feel a bit silly now, after all, it wasn't long ago I was declaring my undying love. Two weeks on, before we've even had a chance to sort things out properly, he's holding hands with another woman. I'm not blaming him entirely, I did have two full weeks to sort it out with him, I suppose I just didn't expect him to move on so quickly. In a way though, I have to say that it's probably for the best. It has made things very final; instead of the pair of us flapping around for the next few weeks undecided about where to go and what to do.
So, on that note I would like to say that I am happily single and on the prowl. Ha ha. Not really. I REALLY am going to try and stay on my own for a bit now. Men only distract me from things anyway and I want to at least try and stay single until the 1st July, when I will be in reaching distance of Valentino Rossi. As you know, I want to marry him and don't think I should waste a minute more with anybody other than him. Bring on the British Moto GP!!!!!!!!!!
Blimey, it's all happening over here in Essex! What with my kidney infection (I'm adamant that's what it was!) and having to cancel work for two days and with splitting up with Dave, I haven't had a minute to sit and write a blog or do anything else!
I have been receiving brochures all week for quad bikes and buggies but I'm seeing the guy from Suzuki tomorrow so am going to wait and see what he can come up with before I buy anything. Tomorrow, as I said earlier, I am off to Donington for the British Superbikes. My mum and dad are coming with me. It's going to be a brilliant day! Rossi won the GP today (after his not-so-good start a few weeks ago) and I have drooled over him on the TV. After that, I went to Brentwood with Jordan and Max (boy in the attic) and we did a bit of shopping before going to the opening of the new Slug and Lettuce for free drinks. I had a water and am now back at home. I'm out with the girls tonight; all fit men beware! I've bought myself the new Rock & Republic black cords with diamonds on the bum so will wear those tonight with a killer pair of heels, masses of blonde hair and tight top. I'm going for the biker's babe look in the hope that I'll find a fit biker.
I hope you are all having a great weekend. I sure am.
Lots and lots of love
Miss Behaviour ;)
xxxxxx
Oh and also, the program It's Me or The Dog have been in touch and want me to do it. Only a few more weeks now til all the naughty little chihuahuas stop peeing on the floor and beating up Paddy!! Yipee!!!!
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