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Dear god, it's almost time for This weekends breakfast date… And i haven't even blogged my last one.

*sigh*

There are of course a few reasons for this. Mainly of course…

Thumbelina.

As sore as all fuck. I have never before in my life had stitches before.

(I might have mentioned this before in a previous blog – but i forget, it's the pain. Do forgive me.)

I have to two things to mention before i get to the breakfast.. One is – you'll never realise HOW very important your thumbs are, until you can't use one! Opening stuff, moving stuff, squeezing stuff.. all rather impossible.

Thank god it wasn't my preferred masturbating hand is all i can say!

Secondly… Because the world loves me.. i happened to have A grade PMS earlier this week… in fact, up until yesterday afternoon. Thank all things good – it's now over.

Right, on to the breakfast…

At Doppio's… with one of my dearest dearest friends who lives in the UK. Her and her boyfriend are out here visiting the family and me of course. We had such a gorgeous breakfast out in the sun.

Wait. I actually think we ended up ordering lunch, as we sat chatting for ages…

Lets see if i can remember what we were talking about.

• My life when i lived in London
• Things we did in London
• The fact that, if i hadn't gone to London – her and i would NEVER be friends. (Not because of the logistical reason.. simple because we're so different.. she is all tattoo'd up, with a lipring and listens to strange music… and well.. i have no tattoos and only holes in my ears and adore Michael Buble.)
• Her Gorgeous boyfriend, his fabulous jokes, and the fact he is such a nice guy. (He was at the table at this point)
• My need to date Gorgeous men who tell fabulous jokes and are nice guys.
• The current relationship situations i put myself in.
• Telling my father about my trip
• Telling her mother how annoyed she makes her.
• We both decided regarding parents… we are… at times pussies.

And on and on it went…

And now i find myself faced with this sunday – and no one to have breakfast with!?

Yesterday afternoon… minding my own business… making dinner – as I do when the mood takes me.

Slicing a very very EVIL onion.

I ended up slicing my finger. 

Surprisingly – it wasn't that sore.. in fact, as it happened, i thought to myself… bugger, i better go get a plaster. 

But, as I'd sliced from the ONE side of my thumb to the OTHER… it required stitches.

FIVE stitches.. I'll have you know.

And now my finger has it's own little condom.

Needless to say.. on the MOST stressful day of the god damn month… this has left me rather annoyed and quite miserable.

FML…

As everyone who (pays some attention) reads this blog knows… I'm big into learning lessons. The every day lessons you're left with once decisions are made, tears are shed, the laughter has left and situations are no longer exciting. 

The University of life so to speak. I'd like to think i've learn a few lessons so far…

From… don't touch that – that's HOT and it will BURN (pretty easy one to learn)… to don't EAT that, it's not worth the strain on your jeans (Still learning that one). Also things like, seating plans at dinner parties are essential, Rehidrat can make all the difference, standing up straight, shoulders back, boobs out, chin up in photos makes all the difference. 

With the ending of my last 'relationship' – I find myself wondering if this is in fact a lesson I'm meant to be learning?! Something the world is attempting to teach me. A lesson which relates to that habit i 'may' have of putting myself in impossible relationship situations.

Impossible how you may wonder….?!? Well, lets just say…. I tend to put myself in positions with say… married men… men who happen to be rather older than i am… men who are not looking for relationships… and well, men i would not take home to my parents.

They all are… in their own way quite fabulous men. And there are one or two of them who i do love. A lot. But that's it. I love them, as my impossible relationships. I wouldn't want them any other way.

I have this divine ability to separate my heart from my head, and the head leads. So, i can say with out doubt – that i love. With all my heart. In fact, every man i ever loved.. owns a part of my heart. My memories… and has in some way has defined who i am today.

And of course, I do this with these men… because these men are safe. They would never put any pressure on me, there are no demands. It is simply what it is. And i suppose much of it happens on my terms, my comfort zones…

*Enter lesson 2927/2010 stage left*

JHBP Needs to stop putting herself in impossible relationship situations.

Which is of course… not really easy for me. I crave the excitement, the challenge… the chase. Not to mention interesting, confident, challenging men.

So, right now… I have one times lesson and no times concept of how to go about dealing with this lesson.

*sigh*

I have a facial, wax and pedicure booked.

I'm not feeling either of those three.

Altho, i have to go… my toes look quite similar to a Benoni hooker on half price tuesdays. And if you happen to know my toes.. this is QUITE out of the norm. Poor toes. They do need a little love.

The wax. Meh…  I'm not getting laid ATM.

Does the vag deserve the pain if there is no pleasure lined up?!

This morning. The mother and I had a little 'issue'. Neither here nor there as far as I'm concerned.

Tonight she was meant to go out with druggie m**. I'm cooking dinner for the family…and obviously she wouldn't be joining us.

Now of course dm has cancelled.

I get: "I'll be there for dinner… But don't worry. I'll have toast."

*Sigh*

**let's not get excited. Its just the usual desperate housewife drugs.