Stalker.com

So I can be found on match.com. No big deal. I've met a few nice people and one weird.

I started emailing with a guy, in his early thirties. I didn't log on for a few days, he had sent two emails by the time I logged on again, I didn't reply, that same day he sent a third one. I logged on a few days later, didn't reply (because it was getting creepy), he sent a fourth email. I didn't log on for at least a week, when I did I still wasn't interested in replying so I didn't.

Today, I've got a fifth email from him. I think he definitely can be classified as a stalker now. He said I owe him time. I owe him... nothing. I think I might have to block him. If it is possible. Not cock block, email block, find my profile block, whatever block I can find. And then hope universe isn't going to be cruel enough to make sure our paths will cross in reality. Because that wouldn't be fair.

Enough of stalkers. New Years Eve tomorrow. Celebrated with my three favourite London guys.

Happy New Year to you all. Make lots of new year resolutions and then break them before you knew what hit you.

Merry Christmas

It's Christmas Eve, when the Swedes celebrate. I'm at work, 2.5 hours to go before I'll get into the festive spirit.

Texting family and friends back home, with a bit of heartache for not being there this year.

But next year. If my brothers plans of having a big christmas party in this big big house,

I will book time off and spend all christmas days in Möckelsnäs, Älmhult, Sweden. One of the most beautiful places in the world.

7 hours lost

I'm trying really hard to not think about how I lost 7 hours of my life to traffic queues last night. Trying to go from Farnborough to Maidenhead. A journey that normally takes 40 minutes.

There's nothing normal about it taking 7 hours instead.

When I finally parked outside my friends house, I couldn't believe I was actually at my destination. Or that I was going to be able to step out of my car that had felt more like an enclosed space than a freedom giver for the past 3 hours.

Shattered is not the right word. Not knackered either. But try apathy, tiredness, hunger and no will to live.

I am amazed though that Lexxie didn't give up on me. Even though she had a at times paranoid owner that wondered if the engine was on fire or if it was just the bonnet being way too hot?

If I was of the praying type I would be praying my ass off for it to not happen again tomorrow.

Now. Food. And red wine. The things I didn't have yesterday

The joy of waking up in the freezer

That's what it felt like waking up this morning. At 6.30am. My first thought was

"Oh my devil, it must be -15 outside"

Place one hand on the radiator, which is cold. I look at my mobile. 6.31am. But why isn't the radiator hot?

Ooooohhhh... The boiler isn't working. Again. Great. Do you know what stuff like that does to ones morning temper? I did not feel the love.

No hot water in the tap. Knocked on Mie's door, told her the great news which she kind of knew, since the flat was a freezer.

Tried this and that on the boiler. Nothing. Texted the landlord giving him the splendid news. He said he would come around this morning and have a look.

It's moments like this that I wish I was living in a country where there are no malfunctioning boilers in each flat. OR. In a country where the temperature doesn't go below 10 degrees.

Should I invest in a pyjamas?

What I got from my Secret Santa at work yesterday? Season 1 & 2 of The Inbetweeners. Best christmas gift so far this year. Who will top that one?

The game is on.

Shobben and Shobben

By this time tomorrow my dear friend Erika and her man will have arrived at Gatwick, and we should be back in Teddington.

I can't wait. I feel like bouncing around, do a little dance and stuff.

She's been in my life for 8 years. She's been there through good times and bad times. 18 months ago she was my big rock.

It started as meeting at partys. Then the last festival of the summer 2001, before a lot of things changed, we ran around like mad supergirls, blowing soap bubbles, getting large groups of people to dance Riverdance.

The last night of the festival we were lying on our backs outside the tent, looking at the stars, slightly drunk, chatting and before we saw the neighbours big military tent collapse she said something that I haven't forgotten, because it was so honest and something you don't usually admit to think.

"If I say something stupid, it's only because I'm jealous".

And when all my friends turned the back on me at the same time the leaves started falling from the trees, she was there, and stayed.

She's one of the persons that can drag me to the floor of homesickness. She's one of the persons that can make me think "Fuck all this, I'm too far away, I'm leaving".

Even if months can go by without much contact, talking to or seeing her is like it's only been a few days inbetween, and I know she is always there, and I hope she knows I'm always here.

I won't forget when she called me on my birthday last year, the same weekend that she met her man for the first time, and I've been ever so happy for her that she found her Mr. 

Love you Shobben ;)

Shobben bliss

Two days to go. Thursday evening will be joy, joy, joy.

Erika and her man Tobias arrive at Gatwick 6.55pm. My Shobben and her man Hugh. I can't wait to see her again and have almost 4 days with her. 4 days!

giggity giggity

Stop calling me at work grandma!

Got in at 11. I had my reasons. They were threefold. I don't want kids for 1, 2, 3 years.

Too much texting with people. But less drama than yesterday.

Rain. Yes.

IKEA visit yesterday meant bringing back christmas decorations and food.

I woke up today feeling like I had been out drinking yesterday. The strongest drink I had yesterday was Pepsi at IKEA. Which makes me wonder, was it spiked perhaps?

Work is too quiet today. I have something to do, but I don't want to do it. Like Phoebe:

Joey: Pheebs, you wanna help?
Phoebe: Oh, I wish I could, but I don't want to.


How often are people that honest and say that? Instead of coming up with something like... "I can't, I need to wash my hair" or "I can't, my dog is on fire".

I'm just saying