New Year

So, I'm sitting here late on a sunday night, watching When Harry met Sally all the way through for probably the first time ever.

And it's being shown on the comedy channel, although I don't know why because aside ffrom the faking of the orgasm scene, I can't say that I find it all that amusing.

It's actually reminnded me about how much I hate, hate, hate New Years eve.

As far back as I can really remember I always hated new years eve. In fact, I can think of only two or three occasions when I had a good time.

Two were family parties, the first where I got to wear an incredibly beautiful dress, and the last (just last year in fact) when I found out that my best friend was expecting her first baby and I got insanely drunk in celebration.

The third time I can remember enjoying new year was many years ago when I was single and took a fancy to a guy who was about 7ft tall... almost a full 2ft taller than I am! Edward that giant. Well, I had spotted this guy and manouvered myself right in front of him when the magic moment was dictated by the clock. That was a fun night.

But other than those nights, I usually dread new year. A melancholy usually descends upon me and for a few days, I find it pretty hard to shift.

Actually... just thinking, new year is not too far away....

Clean Slate

After such a long assed hiatus, I didn't see there was much else that I could have done...

I used to love this.. sitting here, with a little blank corner of screen that I would fill up with whipped cream words and people would comment after.. and oh god, did I love those comments!

Sometimes I still get the urge and idea enough to post, but mostly not, these days. So although this post is not much of anything...just a little wave hello really...I thought that it was about time to write a little something...just incase anyone ever does stop by anymore.

If you did stop by... thanks.. you made a little lady smile today.

xxx