.... how fucking addicted is that. I am posting 'goodnight'

* grabs wine bottle, opener, glass and slams laptop shut *

Ok, so 'stalking' may be a little harsh but I thought it sounded good and it's my blog!!

Anyway, so remember ( how could you not ) the reason for my smiles all day yesterday and remember how some of the smiles were because I knew that there would be no attachment issues as he is leaving the country to go back to work blah blah.

I have now so far today had 7 text messages from him. Arghhhhh. I shall never, ever text another person again ( only reply to messages sent to me ) as I see how utterly annoying unwanted text messages are. Don't get me wrong ... nice guy, sexy as hell, fucking fabtastic in bed but FFS ... I did not give any false 'I want a relationship' impressions.

I am very clear in that if ( and thats a big IF ) the right guy comes along then sure, I am open to a relationship but that does not mean that sex ( no matter how great )should be a sign of imminent relationship.

Am I being a shallow slapper here?

p.s. Pizza is great !!

Pizza is on it's way, house is cozy warm, just me and Smudge, movies ready to load at any time and doing some 'work'.

Anyone else home and happy to be home on a Saturday night?

Sorry, can't let ya have pics once jammies went on ....

Shelly, Me and Ems.

I have just realised ( with more than a little horror ) that I am actually following the storyline of a Star Trek episode.

I am snuggled up on the couch under a blankie, tea and cigarettes ( yuck I know ) within reach, laptop firmly implanted on my knees ( love wireless ) and I am actually glancing back and forth between t.v. and laptop.

"Its a good thing you are cute Wesley or you could really be obnoxious"

See, even shallowness appears in space !!!!

Oh and who ... pray tell WHO is the rather sexy bald guy?????

... and I repeat, NEVER, allow your drunk friends access to your laptop.

You will wake up to find that some strange emails have been sent, clothes ordered and fellow bloggers flirted with.

p.s. Charlie .. Shelly wishes you weren't married ( potential home-wrecking whore )