It's been quiet around here recently. In my minds eye I can see cyber tumbleweed blowing softly around this cobwebbed little blog. So where have I been?! I reeeeally want to say I've been so busy lately that I've simply not had the time to write. I want to make you all think that I'm cool and have an interesting life. But I can't lie.
I've been lounging around the house in scaffy velour tracksuits, eating stodgy comfort food and watching Ugly Betty season one and two. (Me and Betty have a lot in common. I feel I can relate to her. In fact I am Ugly Betty.) I haven't pulled a brush through my hair for...a very long time and my eyebrows are in serious need of plucking. Yes, that's how bad it has got. Eugh.
You see, I've been feeling sorry for myself. (What do you mean, 'again'?!) I'm having my seventh biopsy this week, taken from my face, so I shall have fetching stitches on my cheek for christmas. Jolly good!
Still, after a few days of being stuck in a time warp where my cat is my only friend and the only loved one I talk to ('You're the only one who understaaaands me Ollie,' she sobbed.) I'm trying to see the bright side of things once more. I may not be getting anywhere with my health problems yet, but it's the festive season; the time for family and friends and loved ones to be together, and after all the support my special people (and by 'special' I mean special not 'special', if you get me...) have given me this past year, what sort of sillypuss would I be to let this time of festivity pass without showing them how much I love them? A pure massive sillypuss, that's what I'd be.
I'm very excited for christmas and New Year. My uncle is flying in all the way from Oregon in the states to spend the holidays with us, and I haven't seen him in about 6 years. And on the 27th my wonderful, handsome and faithful FP will be arriving to see in the New Year with us. Oh it's all going to be grand, I can't wait. Even if my health is shit and the rash on my face is bad and strangers point and stare and whisper about me I'm trying to focus on what really is important. And that's certainly not my appearance or what strangers think about me.
Shit it's cold and late and I can't think any longer so I must leave. I intend to write a more 'flowing' post v soon.
p.s. A big pigeon pooed on me today and left a greenish brown stain in my hair. Bastard.