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Seeing as Cancer adds in his e-mails into his journal entries, I thought what a great idea, let me show a few of mine:



"Dear moreish,



from the moment i layed my eyes on you one thought only passes fron my mind...i want to wait for you... alone and lonely...with my secrets...and my dark desire..."



Thanks DON_MICHELE, I have enough pets!

A word of advice... don't eat a 1/2 a tub while sitting on your ass in front of the tv in one evening... it will make you feel very very ill.



*ohh my tummy* *whinge*

Well, where do I begin?



Where the fuck have I been I keep being asked?



I have been workign hard at a new job (12 hours a day), attending boot camp where ever possible, and trying to keep my eye out of trouble (for those that know me will know the never ending drama of the eye that won't behave)



Sadly, I have surgery coming up again on the 4th of August for the for mentioned eye. This will fix up the emergancy surgery I had 2 weeks ago for another episode, which I will now admitt (though not to my family) was the worst and bar far most painful to date. Suffice to say, losing 3 kilos in a week and throwing up constantly from teh apin was not my idea of how to get off the few extra pounds on my booty.



But enough about the eye as I am sick of discussing it. It has a personality/entity of it's own now, therefore it can speak for it's self and leave me the hell alone!



So let's recap recent times:



* Work is fine, long hours, do I like it? Not really but it pays shit loads and that pays my mortgages

* Body - shapping up fine with most of the extra pounds I put on now off. Am still training and just need to say no to Chocolate mint chip ice cream and we'll be happy!

* Am building a new house - just waiting for those rotten sods in council to approve the blasted thing so we can get on with it!!! The paperwork has been in council for 130 days already!!!

* Didn't buy a new car as decided my baby is still great and didn't like anything better



And finally, the Dog.



Jazz is fine, on meds and stopped fitting. Vet says likley a brain tumor. So we enjoy him while we can, and when the effects start to show we'll have to revist the options. Love you Jazzy baby even if you can't read this. Kissy kissy mummy! hahah



Anyway, must dash to bed as have boot camp in the morning.



Oh and for all those twats that are going to sit here and read my post with a grammar and spell checker, get over it and get a life!!!