Friday, 12 November 2010

Dogs in pubs

Evidence
I am sitting on the couch looking for flats (something different for a change), nick has fallen asleep with a pillow on his face and a hand down his pants.

Watching LA ink, again.  Don't tell my mum but I am moving ever closer to my next piece of work, hopefully before my birthday..


Tomorrow I am heading to Westfield, yes the company is everywhere.  I start my new job as a secret agent on Monday and have no stealth gear so intend to go on a good shop, especially at my favourite new shop All Saints.
Speaking of work I went to function last night where I met some colleagues and clients and had the best time, everyone in the industry seems wonderful and I am so excited about starting (with my new outfit of course).
Nick where he belongs, in the kitchen with beautiful Anna
100 pounds at Sainsbury's later
The only thing that bothered me about the whole occasion was the fact that Nick did more networking than me, man that boy had the gift of the gab.

  A few nights before we had a fabulous dinner at a friends house in Angel which I have decided is where I want to live and no not just because it means I can say I live in Angel but it helps.





Dogs in pubs, another plus of this city
We have just decided that we are spending the next 4 hours watching New Moon and then that movie that scares everybody senseless, Paranormal Activity.  I know I have promised some of you that I would never watch that movie because of how it affected your ability to sleep, eat and think but what choice does a bored woman have at 7pm on a Friday night.

After what happened yesterday I don't think I can experience fright quite like that again.  Sitting on the sofa about where nicks feet are on the photo above, minding my own business on my laptop and a man wearing black jumps right in front of me screaming "give me your money arghhh something something" by this point I had pee'd myself a little thrown the laptop and gone into the foetal position.  I had realised it was nick and he had realised that he had perhaps gone a little too far because his face dropped as he saw my face.

I was so scared I couldn't help it, I cried before running into the bedroom and hid under he doonah.  Poor Nick was so sorry he didn't know what to do, but I can assure you he will never do anything like that again.   Now we laugh.

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