to move on

yes I start my new job on Monday! yes I go blonde today! yes I may cycle to the Heath! and then the evening will draw to a close dancing to pop. Dance boy dance.

Yesterday was fun. A bird crapped on me. I had my last day at work. I had a two-and-a-half hour lunch break. I had a full sexual health screening at Mortimer Market. Phew. I had my first shift, a listening one, at the helpline. I met up with this bloke Osmar again. To be honest, I'm not really into having boyfriends right now. The sex was good on Sunday night. We met in Costa Coffee in Old Comptons and I took him home. But on Friday night, he spent an entire bus journey nattering to his coke-swilling Latin friend and tapping me on the shoulder every few minutes, as a woodpecker might. So when we got off the bus in Soho I told him that I wasn't that bothered by the sex and that common courtesy wouldn't go amiss. I couldn't be arsed and was going home.

Time to go out!