.... Its been a good week so far. Business has picked up. I am getting busier and busier and even hired extra help.
I lost a friend of 11 years yesterday. He didn't physically die. But he is dead to me. It was about time. The relationship became TOXIC. I am not sad about it, I realised I wanted it to happen sooner than later. Now, that's that. When someone wants to make you feel less than inadequate then move on. BTW, he and I don't share an umbilical cord! *insert 'relief' emoticon here*. The chance of me salvaging our friendship is the same chance a donkey has using a payphone.
UPDATE: Last night Mr London or who I now call 'Latte'... had dinner with me at my favourite Indian restaurant. We are cool. I haven't visualized having his children yet.... or worse still...cooking in his kitchen with a wrapper around my chest and hairnet on my head. But we think alike...Almost ALL the time. *is that supposed to be a good thing?*..... In some amazing twist, I wore a sari during my dad's remembrance and he wore a Salwa Kameez (the male version) so we ended up calling ourselves Sunita and Vikram. Too Cute! We have shared outfits, humour, business ideas in the last few days. One thing I know is, I cant even look the dude straight in the face. I am shy. *insert red-faced emoticon here*
ENOUGH with Japanese school girl love stories: Anyway, last week I saw a box of matches in my fridge. I put it there. I removed it. Only to come back in the evening to find it there. I believe I put it back there again. Only 2 days ago, I went to see a client for a payment and they asked for a pen to sign my cheque. I blindly reached into my hurricane bag and brought out my tampon instead of the pen. I mean who can blame me.? Its the new BLOODY Tampax pearl Plastic. I looks/feels like a bloody pen... Suffice to say, I made my clients evening and me....me...me. I can see the priory calling me softly *hangs head in shame*