I went to Sydney for work on friday, before work I decided to see "Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason" Halfway through I started getting weepy and didn't stop tearing up til the end.

It was silly and stupid, the movie was okish, it was really that 'Evil' has a very strong resmeblence to Hugh Grant (both being english and all)and also the fact that I am pathetic and alone, and pathetic and fat, and have hair that is prone to split ends, I mean why wouldn't I cry?

Work was dull, managed to catch up with pseudo-steve (remember he is the chef/dj) and take advantage of his sofa and his gorgeous giant white fluffy dog.

'Evil' and I have been talking on the phone a fair bit, he keeps on going we have to catch-up and I will go yes that sounds great, but when i try to arrange a time he's too busy, which is fine, I really have not been in a mood lately to socialise, it does require me to pluck that lovely bridge of hair I have been trying to grow between my eyebrows. Anyway recent conversations have been quite unusual as he tells me his secrets and I tell him that he is stupid, then he tells me that I am funny.

Anyway Sunday Night we catch up, we talk we laugh, I insult him and tease him, He says that he is Mr Darcy, I scream at him
"You aren't, Mr Darcy, Mr Darcy is the personification of responsibility, and you openly admit that you are afraid of respnsibility, and want nothing to do with it so don't tell me you are Mr Darcy when the world fucking knows you are Wickham"

Seriously this conversation went on for five minutes with me going you are Wickham... I secretly wanted to go 'yes and I am Lydia and please run-away with me and ruin my already tragic reputaion' but I realised my lonliness is controlling my thoughts and am willing to latch onto anything including taken english arseholes

ok to of understood those last couple of paragraphs you will of had to of read Pride and Predjudice .

Can someone tell me when you catch up with a male friend for a drink, are they supposed to always have their hands on your leg, 'Evil' had his hands pretty much lingering on my right thigh all evening, maybe it's lonely Kimberly being all delusional, he is in a "marking time" relationship with a colleague until the end of the year until he leaves the country, and I'm not liking him... he's an asshole.

Anyway the night ended, and he did this whole lengthy hand holding thing and says to me "I would really like to come up and visit you in h'town'" and I think I went "I'd really like that"

I hate men, every single one of them they are all just going around and screwing me over, It can't be me, I'm a nice person... honest.

Anyway after the whole 'Evil' debacle I returned to Pseudo-Steve's and complained and proceeded to grope and make out with him, and even went as far as propositioning him, but he said yes but he knew I would be all weird in the morning so he tucked me in and he slept on his couch, but damn I could do with some sex right now.

Back at home wondering what to do.

I need a hug, ok I really need a bottle of baby oil and a hot giggolo, but a hug would be nice too, except I'm not really a hugger, I only hug a couple of people, and that's usually under duress, or close friends and family, and I cannot comprehend the air kiss mwah mwah thing, when is it appropriate because whenever I try to do it people look at me weird, maybe I shouldn't use tongue when I air kiss.

Anyway I was saying a hug would be nice