Wondy drank a lot of wine last night (a lot for Wondy) and she considered getting on the internet and writing down her true feelings, except luckily, Wondy came to her senses and stopped herself in the knick of time because she was in that "I-love-everyone-everything-is-so-beautiful" kind of mood. Phew, that could of been embarrassing!

After the week from Hell though it was just what I needed. Our new (female) house guest has arrived and I am so happy! She can cut hair! And knows about nutrition! And thinks Moulin Rouge is one of the best movies ever made! I was seriously craving female company, methinks.

This afternoon I have spent two and half hours with baby shit henna on my head, in an attempt to beautify myself. And the end reult? EXACTLY the fucking same! No one strand of hair on my head has changed colour! Oh goody, a wrecked bathroom, stiff neck, henna'd hands and hair the same fucking colour - still, Bubble did trim my hair and say it was in good condition despite the fact I have not done it for over two years. I love the fact I didn't have to go to the hairdressers, I hate them. (Not personally, let's just say I have never found 'the one').

Anyway, I don't care I feel better. I have decided to start looking for a new job, I can't take this one anymore. I know it's only been about seven weeks but I know it won't get better. I feel quite positive about it - maybe I will even get more money, you never know.

Great weekend all my Bloggers in da house!