I love to read. I don’t really know anyone my age who reads anymore. Don’t get me wrong I am a serial TV watcher, but nothing beats a book. Everything you read is of your own imagination. How you imagine the characters and the settings is all seen how you interpret it. Sometimes movies ruin books by having an actor/actress who doesn’t look a thing like how they were described. I only read in my spare time, like on the train to or from work. Sometimes I like to hide my book under my desk and read at work. Secret reader. I find it quite patronising, when I see someone I know, or someone at works makes a statement like ‘you read?’ no need to sound so bloody shocked. Is it really that surprising?

I used to like reading books about love, affairs and of course my favourite… sex. But now I’m more into crime mystery. A good book for me has to be full of suspense, nitty gritty details are always a plus, but my favourite thing is the twist. I love a good twist. The thing with crime mystery is that the whole time I’m reading I genuinely think I could be a detective. I’m wrong with my guesses of ‘who done it’ about 70% of the time, so I’d be a shit detective at that!

My all time favourite author is Harlan Coben, he specialises in crime mystery. I like his style of writing, and although his books have lots of twists he writes it well, as to not confuse the reader. Confusion can definitely be found quite often in this genre of books. Personally I believe ‘The Woods’ is his best piece of work, and would recommend it to anyone.

I have recently finished reading ‘American Psycho’ which I thoroughly enjoyed. It was so gory and detailed. I love it when a book has detailed vile deaths that you can imagine so well it seems like you’re watching it on the big screen. It was a great book, and the storyline was good too. Broker by day, serial killer psychopath by night. Oh the thrills of it.

Any recommendations are welcome.

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So it’s certainly been a while since I last posted. I go through phases, it’s just how I, I’ll get super obsessed with something for a while and then i’ll just drop it, and then usually I tend to go back to it. It runs in my family.. ‘Fads’ I’m not even joking we called my dad ‘fad dad’ for at least 5 years. Hopefully I grow out of it, but judging on family history I doubt it.

Anyway, so this is just update on my life really. I’m not going go on like so much has changed, because it really hasn’t. I’m still a taken woman; my boyfriend and I are very much in love. Who would have thought, this whole relationship is very out of character for me. I loved the single life, and now I couldn’t think of anything worse. I even stay in on the weekends, now i have an excuse. Between the both of us were both pretty lazy, so it suits me fine. I’m probably the happiest I’ve been in a long time, but I seem to have become one of those loved up people I used to hate.. Oh well.

I finally have a new job, I’ve been here for about 3 months now, it’s great- no weekend work, normal 9-5 hours, and I don’t have to listen to moany patients all day trying to get anything and everything for free! I still work in customer service, it sounds like I have no ambition when I say this but, I generally like working in customer service and answering the phones all day. I love to talk shit; I really really do, so this role is perfect for me! It’s nice here, I have my own desk, good money, nice people, its literally takes me half an hour from the moment i leave my house till I’m logged in at my desk, so I guess it’s pretty convenient too. I get to eat at my favourite cafe at lunch pretty much every day, so really what can I complain about? I tend to eat lunch on my own like a loser, but as of recent, I have made freinds with some colleagues who sometimes come to lunch with me, but even if I am on my own I just catch up on TV I’ve missed on my phone. So its not too bad. There are plenty of opportunities here, and no one loves a golden opportunity as much as I do.

Finally, one of the last big things that has changed in my life that I can think of is.. I am now a proud cat owner. I’ve always had cats, but they’ve lived at my dad’s house. Well now I have one in my family home. you see my sister has started work in vets (so proud) and the poor little kitten was going to be sent away to a lady who lives with round 150 cats, all feral, they smell are unclean and breed like there is no tomorrow. So when the vet wanted to take home his brother for a trail, I jumped at the opportunity to take the other kitten for the night! Its sad I know, but I fell in love with him. So a after a week of all 4 women in the house harassing my dad about bringing the kitten home, he finally agreed. So Prince Smoochie came home to a loving family, and is probably the greatest gift I’ve ever received. I haven’t even had him a week yet, and everyday I leave for work I think about him until the moment I get home. This is the beginning chapter of my life titled ‘The making of The Crazy Cat Lady.’

So that’s all, told you it wasn’t too exciting. What can I say, I live a boring life.

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So my dad, step mum and baby sisters, are all going to up and leave me. My step mum is American, and she wants to go back to the states, to put the baby through school, and for career purposes. She has scarified a lot, she has lived here for over 10 years, so that my dad can stay in contact with my brother and I.

When I was little we used to visit every other weekend, it used to be great. we had quite a lot of rules at our house, so going to ‘dads house’ was our chance of freedom, we could stay up late, use the computer as much as we wanted, and watch TV till our faces went blue. When we were old enough to decide when we wanted to go, I stopped going. I don’t know why, probably because I was lazy and the was at the time, hassle for me as we lived in the suburbs and they lived in central London.

 I lived with them for a year, back in my final year of school. I always felt that they never had me there out of choice, and I bet they wished I hadn’t interrupted there quiet life. Personally living there really helped me grow up, they were dedicated to my school work and ensuring that I got good grades, which I appreciate, as things like GCSE’s will follow you for the rest of your life when applying for jobs. At the time they didn’t have children, so me living there was there first taste of living with a teenager.

After I moved out to live back at home with my mum, I didn’t see them for a while, I felt like they had had enough of me and dealing with my shit. Then they sprung the exciting news on me that my step mum was pregnant, and they were having a baby. I was overjoyed. I could be a big sister again. Its different, having a new born sister when your young to when your in your twenties. Yes, there is almost a 20 year age gap, but I like it that way.

The baby was born, and I fell in love with her. We were a happy family once again. She had brought us closer, and I felt like this time they actually loved me too.  I take the big sister role very seriously, I do the same for my teenager sister also. I looked after the baby, when my parents had to go work, I saw her weekly to watch her grow. It was a beautiful time in my life. I mean, it still is, I don’t really have time for weekly visits, but I do go as often as I can. We have a bond, and I can see that she loves me, as much as I love her.

She is about 16 months old now, as she has got older she has got more affectionate, and is always giving me kisses and cuddles. She can walk, sing and knows various words and signs. I love spending time with her. And now all of this talk of them going back to the states to live there life, breaks my heart. I will barely get to see her, what if she forgets about me? What if we lose our connection? they are looking at apartments, and jobs out there, and I pretend to be happy, but deep down inside It pains me to know that they are going to leave me, and this life behind. Maybe I’m being selfish, I only wish the best for them..

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I am 100% going to be a crazy cat lady when I’m older. I’m cat obsessed. I have to cats of my own, at my dad we’ve always had cats. I love them they are so cute.

When I sit on my doorstep every night there is a group of cats that come and sit with me to get a stroke and a cuddle. If I’m walking in the street random cats always run over to me. I’m like a cat magnet. Everywhere I go there following me. Maybe it’s because I was supposed to be born a cat. I wish I was a cat, I could be so lazy all day and look at people judgingly like cats do. I’d get to play when I want, sleep when I want and get attention when i want. It would be great.

I have even booked a table at London’s first cat cafe. It’s where you go and have lunch and then chillout in a room with a bunch of cats. Sounds super creepy I know, but it’s my kind of day out. I’m so excited to relax and give out lots of belly rubs. I’m taking my mum, cats aren’t really her thing, so it was nice of her to make the effort.

I can’t escape cats, I have cats on my clothing, cats on my accessories, cat jewellery. I have the whole bloody range do cat items. I’m actually a cat enthusiast, it’s pathetic.

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Here are seven signs that you are an unsociable bitch:

When plans get cancelled instead of making new plans you rejoice and do your ‘winning’ dance. Bed was a better plan anyway.

When you see someone you know in the street, and you cross to the other side to avoid any kind of human contact.

You turn your iMessage off, so it looks like you can only receive texts, making the sender think your phone off. Therefore you don’t have to reply.

When your friends ask you to do something, you tell them you’re busy.. And by busy you mean laying in bed watching netflix.

Texting someone in the same room as you, because you can’t be bothered to waste your air and effort to actually talk to them.

Using the self-checkout at a supermarket to avoid any pointless conversations with the cashier.

You don’t answer the phone when someone calls, but when they say they’ve rang you, you pretend you never got a call in the first place.

I am seriously unsociable, I pretty much do all of these at least three times I day. I’m surprised I even have friends!

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One of the downfall’s of my job is that I’m contracted to work three out of four weekends. It is seriously the worst. I’m a twenty something year old girl, I don’t want to spend my weekend slaving away at my desk. The shifts I usually get are so inconvenient, they are either really early in the morning, or late at night.. Either way it’s a lose lose situation, as I can’t go out whatever happens.

I need to find a normal 9-5 job. I don’t know how many more weekends I can miss out on. I just want to hang out with my boyfriend, and go out with my friends. Weekends are made for getting white gal wasted, not sitting at a desk contemplating sticking pens in both eyes.

It kind of sucks when all my friends have plans and I can’t join in, or they tell me about there really great night out that missed out on. If I have an early start or know I won’t have enough sleep, I avoid going out. It’s not being boring, it’s called being responsible. I work in the healthcare profession and I would never want to be put in a position where my hangover decisions could put a patients life at risk.

This weekend all I wanted to do was hang out with my boyfriend but have had such a bad set of shifts. It’s unfair. Life is unfair. I am currently looking for a new job, it’s not as easy as it looks. I won’t give up though, I have to be persistent. After working all week, the thought of working the weekend also makes me so depressed.

I can’t really say I enjoyed my 6am start, this morning. It was a bit brutal to be honest. I should be out drinking wine, not having an early night. I should be coming home at 4:30am not getting up for work at 4:30am. Especially not on a Sunday.

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It’s time for a new wardrobe, the weather is slowly beginning to change, and I need a new look. I am so potless right now and can’t go shopping. It is so infuriating, shopping is by far my favourite thing to do. I love going to buy new clothes and the feeling after of having new clothes. It’s important to always update your wardrobe.

To be fair I never get rid of anything unless it doesn’t fit, which is never as I still fit into my 12-13 kids clothing. I really struggle to part with my items. I have a serious spending problem when it comes to buying dresses, the issue here is that i will buy a dress and I’ll only wear it once, then it will sit in my wardrobe never to be worn again, unless someone borrows it.

I budget myself a shopping allowance each month, and try (and by try I mean fail) to stick with it. At one point last year i had shopping problems, I was going 4-5 days a week, spending ridiculous amounts of money on whatever I wanted. I wish I could do that right now. I sound like a such a spoilt brat.. I know.

I have lots of different looks, I’m not into just one particular style I swap it up, one day I’ll go from looking like creepy alternative chick to full blown princess. I dress to my mood, and I wear a lot of back, which is a sign to others not to talk to me because I feel like a moody bitch, so most days.

I can’t wait for a new summer wardrobe, summer clothes are my favourite, little shorts and dresses. Oh godness, I can’t wait for it to be hot. I want to invest in many jelly sandles and big lesbian boots this summer.

Please let me win the lottery to fund my addiction.

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