Jealousy

This week has been fucking tiring.

Jealousy has been rearing its ugly head near non-stop all week.

Loco really has a problem. And it's not that I don't understand because I am incredibly jealous of his ex-gf that he was with for seven years. However this does not make up for his incessant jealousy of everyone and everything. He is even jealous of my work, and today I got into trouble for it - Long story.

I work bloody hard at my job only to have him make me look a fool in front of my boss.

It's starting to get me down.. sometimes I think, maybe this isn't working, better to stop this now than let it drag on. One of my friends is convinced that he is compulsively jealous and will never change and his behaviour show that he wants to control me.. which is kind of how I feel to at times.

Oh. I just don't know. I'm stressed and confused and cannot be arsed with it all.

Bring back nsa beardman.

Catalans. Argh!

At some point last week Loco informed me that we had been invited for lunch at the weekend at his ex-work colleague's house with some of his other colleagues.

"Ok" I said.

On Friday Loco informed me that his work colleagues might speak in Catalan.

"Hmm" I said


"But they probably won't" he added

"Hmmmm" I said.

On Saturday armed with the obligatory bottle of plonk, we set off for lunch in one of the many industrial polygonic urbanisations that around these parts they like to call "a village". The BBQ was lit and we milled around the garden waiting for everyone to turn up. I believe that during this period I exchanged a few words reagrding Prison Break with a colleague of Loco's that I had met once before and then that was it because

For the next 6 hours I sat and listened to everybody laughing and joking away in Catalan while I sat there like a lemon barely understanding a word.

Were these people unable to speak Spanish? No. The majority were of a spanish mother tongue and had spent some years living in Cataluña, yet knowing that there was a non-Catalan speaker they still chose to converse in Catalan for the whole time.


Did at any point anyone try to make any conversation with me? No they did not. Other than Loco who does not speak in Catalan but understands perfectly. However he didn't really get that for his one sentence spoken in Spanish there was 100 sentences that had been spoken in Catalan making up the rest of the conversation.

What did I do?

I quietly sat and raged. And daydreamed about smacking each and everyone of these uncivilised animals with a big long stick over the head. Especially one of Loco's uber-Catalan friends who, for some reason, just looking at him makes me seethe. I've only met him 3 times. I don't really know why I dislike him so much. It's just his face I think.

The we left.

The rest of the night was a write off. I was full of nervous energy and bored but my bad mood meant that I didn't actually want to do anything. Happy Days.

NEWSFLASH

I have worked out how to let the general public comment on my posts. Splendid!

Comment away my little love monkeys

A night of madness

Back in 2004, a friend and I were asked to help at a charity ball to be held at one of the fancy hotels in London. We readily agreed, donned our ball gowns and off we flounced.

On arrival we found that the organisers planned to shove all of the "helpers" in a little back room for the sit down meal, meaning that we would miss out on all the fun.. no chance.

With a little encouragement from the person who had asked us to help, we waited until the lights were lowered and everyone was at their tables to find a couple of empty spots that we could fill.

We spotted a half empty table at the edge of the room and made our way there. I earlier had spotted a couple of hot guys and was pleased to see them seated at our chosen table.. Fate or coincidence?

We were lucky enough to have quite an interesting mix of people, including a Del Boy type entrepreneur, an actress, an investment banker (one of the hot guys) and a up and coming film producer - his reason for attending being that he was auctioning a walk on role in his new movie.

We got quite drunk at dinner and moved onto the dance floor to tear it up with our c-razy moves. My friend decided she would buy a round of shots for everyone forgetting that we were in a 5 star hotel and she was an impoverished student. I can still remember her face when the barman informed her that the price of each shot was 8 stirling pounds.

The ball started winding down and Del Boy asked us if we would like to accompany him to his nightclub. Well, yes we would, so off we all went to this famous nightclub in the center of London
which Del Boy claimed to have just purchased. I still am unsure as to whether this was a fabrication or beding of the truth but I was happy enough to believe it for the night and supped my VIP vodka quite contentedly.

At this point my friend decided that she quite fancied the film producer that I had spent some time making eyes at but not one to let bros come before hos I let her at him. Only that she decided to tell him about her boyfriend. And he gave her the edge. Leaving me to continue making eyes.

At some ridiculous hour of the morning the club closed and the actress suggested that we go back to her house for an after party, which everyone seemed to agree was a good idea...

To be continued

Torremolinos Prostitute

Not a penny, or should it be cent in this case.

5 tickets and I only manage one lousy number meanwhile Loco picks up a tenner.

In other news - I have been googled! Well.. not really.. unless Torremolinos Prositute counts.

:P

Housemates. Grr

Went for lunch with my housemate Lily today and apparently my other housemate, Rafa, has been bitching about cleaning or lack of it..

This makes me mad. Firstly as Rafa is here to do a course which consists of 3 hours per week. Lily and I work 40 hour weeks. Rafa never leaves the house (or appears to never leave the house) so therefore spends 37 more hours than Lily and I per week. This gives him plenty of time to clean, admire his cleaning and then bitch that we haven't done any. He now thinks that Loco should also do cleaning (Loco also works 40 hour weeks). Needless to say Loco was pissed about this especially as Rafa has full access to Loco's playstation and games for the 37 extra hours that he is around on his own.

His other gripe was that I ignore him. Bullshit. When no one else is around he ignores me! Not a word comes out of his mouth. Idiot.

This weekend it's yet another Euromillions rollover and once again I am feeling lucky!

180 million euros.. just think of what you could do with that! My imagination has been running wild.

Today I plan to buy 5 tickets.

Fingers crossed.

I have officially become boring with my days and nights consisting of work, food, sex (if I'm lucky) and sleep.

I spend the weekends lunching with Loco's family and sleeping siesta and shun parties and drinking in favour of a movie or Prison Break..

Anyone reading this.. is there anyone? .. well whoever you are.. I know the tales were far more interesting when I was a semi-alcoholic nympho and I apologise for my utter lameness

Have I at the tender age of 24 become.. OLD?