I love them, look up to them, draw strength from them… The are incredible people.

So, finding a pic of one – well… i kinda thought it wasn't possible.

But over this weekend… pondering this – i realised something… that the perfect pic to put up here… would be of myself and my brother. Because… not only is he everything to me which a friend is. We happen to be bonded by blood.

Of the few things i am dead sure of in this life… one of them happens to be the fact that – my brother will always be there for me, no matter what.

And that makes him my BFF.

It's a pretty strange feeling… i'm attempting to work thru it. Listing what's on my mind

• The next in the photo challenge is a photo of your best friend.. i don't know if i have one of these.. my friends are all amazing, and very special to me. I have many many photo's of me, because well… taking pics of myself is a new hobby, but of me + BFF, well no. What shall i do here..
• The next thought on the BFF front is… i seem to be losing girlfriends… naturally i have to ask myself… i am the common factor here – what do i do… and do i need to actively go out and find new girlfriends… And shall i call the good Dr about this problem..
• And then i think…. fuck it… I'm a little tired of noticing my short comings and working on them – i'll think about this tomorrow…
• I'm going for a massage tomorrow, this excites me greatly. ehm.
• This work is doing my fucking head in. It's not that i can't do it, it's that really… it's awful. But we must do what we must do. The stress is huge.. drama drama… and all that shit..
• But really – what the fuck does it REALLY matter… tomorrow the sun will shine, and eveyone has their issues, and to them they feel so BIG and IMPOSSIBLE..but hey – at the end of the day, christmas will arrive, and so will next year…and the year after that. So, just make today count. No point in hiding behind the drama. It's constant. This is life.
• WHY do the buttons KEEP on coming off this top. I'm not a sewing kinda girl.. and i've ALREADY put two buttons back.
• The panties i'm wearing today are awful… in fact, they might jsut have to GO. now.
• How is it that no one told me about Hipstamatic before… or rather why is it i never LISTENED when i was told how amazing this it…?! I just LOVE it… And am having SO much fun with it.
• The Vag Wax is amazing.. i am loving it. Obsessively so.. in fact, i think i may have entered into a little sexomnia. Or maybe masturatomnia…

Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Nope, the feeling is still there.

Maybe i'm confusing it with hunger… maybe i need lunch.

This was taken on *that* Mauritius holiday… How i'd love to go back there now….

We took a taxi to the port, naturally the drivers english was about as good as our french, so a trip which should have taken an hour took three!

• The holiday was amazing – gorgeously amazing.
• We did nothing except eat, drink, sleep, nap, listen to the iPod, swim.
• Everyone should take an Island holiday – they really do have a very special place in the world.
• Island people are tres friendly.

Things which they forget to mention, and you forget to think about in your excitement:

• The holiday is for a limited time – and you’re going to come home.
• There will be 1 million kids on the flight, it will be hectic, and busy – even though it is a 3 hour flight, it is going to feel worse than a European flight.
• Island holidays are extreme. It’s extremely impossible to order a cocktail at 12:05 and roll over for a nap once you’re home.
• You will be depressed once you get home.
• There is language issues… the taxi driver will make your life hard.. and ‘Port Lois for shopping’ will make him take you to every family member he has who has a shop for shopping THERE.

Things which i’ve realised about taking an Island holiday.

• Going with a girlfriend is nice, and it’s fun. Bless BT – But Island holidays make you want sex.
• A lot.
• While you’re lying at the pool warm in the sun, feeling lazy and content. You imagine the feeling of a hand on your thigh… or someone to lead you into the pool, and touch your inappropriately while no one seems to watch.
• When you stand in the 12 man shower – just before dinner… You imagine someone standing behind you, his hands cupping your breasts.
• When you have a few glasses of wine with dinner…walking back to the room, you imagine walking with someone…making a stop at the beach on one of the loungers…

*sigh*

Off to find a boy to take with her to the Islands…

*sigh*

There is truth in that. A great deal of truth.

Which i learnt this very monday night…

When i accepted an invite to meet Sven for a drink. Being a lastminute.com kinda girl, invites 15 minutes before you have to be there really don’t bother me too much. [especially when they involve driving the most awesome new car]

So, i pulled a brush thru my hair, changed my shoes and dashed out of the house.  Arriving at the secret location three things studenly occured to me… One – i hadn’t shaved my legs… for a good few days, Two – my underwear selection and Three – the dear veejayjay hasn’t had a wax due to the upcoming trip.

So even though, there might have been a rather nice kiss, or two in the most awesome new car there was no leg over.

*sigh*

Fucking Girl Scouts.

* I was *that* tempted to spell that as ‘cum’ rather!

• Contemplated contacting a friend i haven’t spoken to since christmas day.
• Bought new underwear. Of course. It was buy 3 get two free option. And the bra was on the sale rack – for a STEAL. 80 ronds.
• Applied for car Finance.
• Been approved for car finance.
• Not got the car i wanted.
• Gotten a nicer car.
• Recovered from flu.
• Had my nails painted RED.
• Found myself a Faxtoemail number… isn’t that exciting?
• Contemplated the lack of sex in mylife.
• Made a todo list
• Did things off that list.
• Made trip to PTA
• Not been to gym once.
• Bought a few items of clothing at MAKRO.
• Few items to ‘shake up’ my outfits
• A paperboy styled hat.
• Cute cardigans.
• Black leggings
• Grey flat boots
• Change is in the air.
• I’ve been excited about the fact – it’s a few days until Mauritius.
• How exactly am i going to tell the parents that i’m going to Europe at the end of the year. What exactly is the best approach here. I Spy… Guess what?! … Knock Knock.. maybe?
• I’m dead excited for Mauritius.
• I intend to read books, drink cocktails. Lazy in the sun.
• I finished my book this weekend. Something my Jonathan Killerman – he is my lazy weekend no thinking bookguy. I think it’s because secretly, when i put the book down after reading.. i have dirty hot sex dreams which involved Dr Alex Delaware.
• So now i have no book. What to read? What to read?
• Wanna have sex?

I generally don’t mind these functions, especially when it’s with the fun friends, the fun friends who host dress up parties. Cowboy style.

There really is nothing more fun than dressing up. *sigh*

I make a fucking fantastic Cowgirl.

I might not have made any friends tho.

Upon arriving at the shindig, i spotted the son of the fun friends - who’s being living in the UK for the past 5 years…. i saddled up for a  chat.

Mid him saying something to me which was clearly not quite focus material, i spot a HICKY on his neck.

“J, Is that a HICKY on your neck?!?” I say… maybe a touch louder than normal conversation. Bodly. Yes. I said it in Bold.

Touching the offending hicky… Sheepishlying he says “Yes, i wasn’t too happy about it”.

“Jesus, are you dating 18 year olds these days*?!” i say boldly… possibly in italics too. (!!!)

At which point my mother slides closer and under her breath in that way mothers do… says to me “Yes, she’s standing behind him”.

*All i can say is… Jolly good thing i’m on the flu meds, had there have been alcohol involved, quite possible the ‘dating’ might have been ‘screwing’!

Ooops.