That which I have been hiding since I was 10, when it was no longer an acceptable practice, has been revealed to my employers today. In fairness to myself in every job interview I mention it. It merely did not come up in this one. What is your greatest weakness was not asked. I never made mention of my shame. But today I was asked to help write names on invitations to a kids party. And thats when I realized I could not have children of my own without bringing shame on them. I WRITE LIKE A FIVE YEAR OLD. To make matters worse the invitations were on shiny paper. I was asked to stop. I should not be allowed out of my cage!!!!
On the upside I have my laptop back. So random squiggles or numbers on emails and postings from where I hit the wrong key on the Turkish keyboard should now dissipate. Given my typing skills are equivalent to my handwriting skills however, I really cant make any promises. It also means I can resume downloading Naruto (aaaaaaaa blisssss). oohh Alix how I miss flaking out with you surrounded by chocolate and Doritos and Nachos and watching Naurto for hours on end.
Speaking of bliss I deserve a prize. After speaking with Kelly online I figured out why I have literally been on top of the world for the past week. No, no visitor yet. But on Tuesday after the kids party there were 3 giant chocolate cakes and other pastries left. I have literally been surviving on chocolate brownie. Well for my lunch I have been anyway. And then more cake after supper. Thats not counting my breakfast ritual of 2 slices of bread with (not a word of a lie) an inch think layer of nutella on top. There are no words for the sheer overwhelming bliss that flow though your veins when you eat like that. There is also no description to how unhealthy it is. I swear its a drug. So today I began going back to the gym, and I even said no to Nutella. I cant yell at Patrick saying he will have a heart attack at 35 if he keeps eating his daily Donair and then make fudge brownie the corner stone of my chocolate based food scheme. Time to put it back to just dessert once a day. Unless of course my mood crashes around me. Then INJECT it I say!!!!