This is fun, having an online diary!

Here are some things about me that you may not have already gathered. If you have then ignore this!

• I love running - I do, I do, I do. I love running. For some reason I’m at my happiest when I’m getting breathless and working up a sweat. I just love running. I would love a guy to run with occasionally. Imagine a fusion of a sexy man and a nice long run.. followed by a shared shower afterwards. Hehe!! I know, I know naughty me. Must be less naughty.
• My favourite colour is pink - I know – terribly girly. Do you know, I’m not actually that girly?
• My favourite number is 22 – I don’t know why. Most people who share their favourite number with me have a single digit number and I find it extremely odd that I know several people who count the number 7 as their favourite.
• I really like stars – not like stars in the sky (though I do like looking at the stars) but I mean the shape of a five pointed star. I have a tattoo of 13 stars on my back. If I see anything with stars on it, there’s a good chance I’ll buy it. This includes but is not limited to – clothes, underwear, pyjamas, umbrella, mugs, coaters etc!
• I am quite organised – I have a diary (as in a datebook) and I write all appointments in it to keep track. I like to have a plan and have never been very spontaneous although I am trying to be more of a ‘fly by the seat of my pants’ gal of late.
• I used to be fat – yep, it’s true. I used to be fat. I was normal sized up until I was 17 and then I just started eating and eating and before I knew it I was a porker. Started losing weight about 18 months ago and now I weigh in under 9 stone which is quite respectable. If I ever start seeing someone again, I want it to be someone who doesn’t know I used to fat, who didn’t know me when I was and who thinks I was always this size.
• I like to be busy – I hate not doing anything. I need to have something to do, a distraction at almost all times. Because of this I work at my best when I am multi-tasking. I often feel like maybe in the future, when I am with someone who I am happy with, I will be able to stand still for a little while and let some of the day pass me by whilst I am with him. Then again, that’s probably all bollocks.
• I love music – I love all sorts of music, all different kinds. There is a song that reminds me of everyone in my life. Mr Ex, Kathy, Maisie even Mr E and everyone else I know has a song.
• I love reading – I do, I really enjoy reading and I hate that it is the one thing that I never find the time to do. My favourite things to read are Shakespeare (I love Othello, The Taming of the Shrew, and Twelfth Night as well as Sonnet 141) and Agatha Christie. I have a large collection of Agatha Christie books from the 50s, 60s and 70s.
• I love underwear – This is a new addiction to me, borne only in the last couple of months. I absolutely love undies. All different types, thongs, strings, panties, bras, camis, basques, stockings, hold ups. When I was losing weight I was obsessed with buying clothes in the size 10 that I wanted to be, and now that I am that size 10, I am obsessed with new, pretty undies.  
• I love everything to do with the 80s – we’re talking 80s TV programmes, 80s films, 80s actors, actresses, singers and bands, 80s music. Absolutely everything. Oh how I wish I was 10 years older and had been a teenager in the 80s.
• I don’t like people – This is a biggie. People get under my skin, do my head in and make me mad. I’m a misanthrope through and through. My Mother says that I have become a nicer person since losing weight. I laugh it off but I fear she is right – because I feel my hatred for people waning and I find myself talking to people when they talk to me. Eeeep! We could be in trouble here.
• I don’t like men – and don’t assume that by that I mean I’m a lesbian. I’m not. I fancy men. Believe me I do. I can imagine myself doing all manners of naughty things with certain men. However, I have this underlying notion, this knowledge – that all men, no matter who they are or what they do are OK as friends and when that line is crossed and they become more, they turn into tossers. Let me simplify this for you with two equations. 1:Male+Breathing=Tosser 2:Male+Talking=Liar. Now before any men who may read this start jumping up and down, I mean this in the nicest possible way – and I’m sure that women can be much the same. Deep down, yes I know that not all men are tossers and not all men lie, but you have to cut me some slack here – I’ve just been dumped, I’m going to say you’re all tossers. (Mr E – if you are reading this.. you don’t count) 
• I love answering questions – it’s true, I do. Be it a quiz type thing, or a three truths and a lie game, or a good old game of who can be the most honest I love answering questions. I don’t know why. In fact, when I was younger and I played truth or dare with my friends, I would always go for the truth, even though their dares were crappy and the truth questions were so much more difficult! Hmm.. show the group of girls my underwear or admit to any fantasies involving older men. I would fess up to the fantasies anyday. Even though when I was younger, my undies were almost as nice as they are nowadays!
• I have no fear – OK that’s not strictly true, but what I mean is, the usual things that girls are scared of don’t bother me that much. I don’t mind bugs and creepy crawlies, I can handle spiders just fine, I’m not that scared of big dogs (even though I have a bitchin’ scar on the back of my leg from when a huge dog took a lump out of me, thinking I was a T Bone steak or something.) I don’t mind the dark and I can watch scary movies OK all by myself!
• I can’t drive – yep tis true. I’m 26 soon and I can’t drive. I am looking to rectify this soon though. I hope.
• Nobody can rant like I can – I can rant and rant on a subject until the cows come home. Depends on the subject though, but there are some things you shouldn’t start me on…
• I love to be taken out of my comfort zone – you know when you’re doing something you shouldn’t or don’t think you can – something that scares you or just makes the blood pump and the adrenaline flow. I love that feeling. Again, this is a new one on me. I don’t know where it came from but I love it.
• In school my favourite subjects were English and Sociology – In English they let me read Shakespeare and I can remember falling in love with him after readiing Romeo and Juliet in year 9. After that, I read The Merchant of Venice in year 10, Twelfth Night in Year 11, and Othello in year 12. In my own time I have treated myself to such pleasures as The Taming of the Shrew, Hamlet and A Midsummer Night’s Dream. In Sociology I fell in love with my teacher. He was and is an amazing man. It wasn’t love love, or even a crush but I grew to care for him in some small way. He left me devastated when he left the school at the end of year 12. His new position was far better for him, but I missed him. I was nasty to him when I found out he was leaving. He is still a part of my life, and is always there for me if I ever need him. Anyone who met him would understand. I fear that no man will ever be good enough for me because they will never be like him.
• I sleep with a pint of water on my bedside table – Every night without fail. I never seem to drink it in the night either, but I just love knowing it’s there if I ever do get thirsty!
• I sleep with my bedroom curtains and the window open – I love fresh air. I love sleeping in my bed when the room is cold and I am snuggled up warm in the thick duvet. When it gets light in the morning, I awake to close my curtains and grab an extra hour or so. Mr Ex would always shut the window and close the curtains. Tosser. Well maybe that’s a bit strong!
• I use super strong mouthwash when I brush my teeth – I brush my teeth well every morning and night, but my mouth never feels clean unless I have a good rinse out with strong ass Listerine. Oooh – minty!
• I love smells – and by this I mean nice smells. Oh My God.. if a guy smells amazingly nice there is a small danger that I may follow him or jump on him or something. The Tosser was not exactly a good looking guy, in fact – yeh OK – he definitely fell out of a few ugly trees in his time, but he smelled sooooo good. Whenever The Tosser was wearing this one aftershave, I would get close to him, smell his neck, feel that breathless rush for just a moment and then lick his neck just slighly or bite him ever so gently. Then I would usually walk away and carry on with my business. That would leave him slightly dazed and confused as I imagine he thought he may get at least a kiss. He used to say it was unfair of me to do that to him. I would feel guilty about all those times I let him down, really I would.. if only he weren’t such a two bit tosser wank faced man-whore couldn’t be trusted as far as he could be pushed with a puddle of pee on a warm day. But I’m not bitter. I just think he’s a Tosser.