Inspired by a green mango.

Reasons not to date me.

1. I will avoid walking at all costs. When I do walk, I will cross the street as many times as necessary to stay on the sunny side despite safety, time or inconvience. Also if I have to send a text whilst walking, I don't know if you could classify it as walking anymore.

2. I will be late to most things. Even without excessive street crossing.

3. There is a wierd collection of piles all over my bedroom due to my inability to put things away where they belong. It's like little magic tidying fairies come into my room each night and pile everything up trying to tell me in a nice way to clean the flipping place up.

4. I love chocolate, frozen yoghurt, nachos and spaghetti but I hate hot chocolate, ice-cream, cheese and pizza.

5. My wedding song will be a Celine Dion song. Possibly one of the french ones. And I will know all the words, pronunciation and all.

6. I'm serious about that last bullet point.

7. There is an ever increasing list of words that I strongly dislike-some are random and some are justified. This list may or may not include words such as nipple, loaf, moist, crusty, embellish.

8. If you say 'ttyl' or 'whatever' or 'wtf' or 'bbz' to me, I'll take it personally and possibly terminate a relationship.

9. I'm really serious about that last bullet point.

10. I spend time writing blog entries on reason why people shouldn't date me.

Christmas is just around the corner and it feels like it. This week has been another funny one, full of ups and downs and surprises and knock backs. It's almost like a busy waiting room. I know I'll be seen to soon, I just don't know how long I have to wait. And in the meantime, I guess I better find something to do instead of getting bored and frustrated.

I don't know about you guys but I don't mind waiting rooms. It's a really good time to plug into your ipod, stop and think and watch the people around you. It's like choosing to walk on a beautiful day instead of driving. Or choosing to stay in on a Friday night. I love to listen to songs that remind me of people or good times, or songs that motivate you or songs that you can make up really good day dreams to. I love to send a text to somebody that I haven't spoken to in a long time or take notes on interesting things around me that I could write about or lately write letters to people who aren't around.

It's a really refreshing experience which is why it's not as bad as I first thought to be in a dip because my peaks gonna come. I'm gonna get the guy, the job and the opportunity that's right for me. I just gotta wait my turn.

"Feels like letting go" Matthew Perryman Jones
"To build a home" Cinematic Orchestra
"Come and Worship" Bebo Norman
"Hosanna" Hillsongs
"Start a War" The National

But that doesn't mean I don't want the doc to hurry up. My on-the-go playlist is going to end real soon!

Awk lawds I suck on the blog front these days. But I'm going to take it serious again. Maybe. It's a little like facebook status updates.....there are too many possibilities and I am no good at making decisions. So I just don't make one. I guess I could tell you about how stoked I am about Christmas or my trip to Paris or my friends hen day or the Backstreet Boys concert on Thu. but why not just write about it when it actually happens. I could tell y'all that this is my 161st post on my blog which is pretty epic. It's my longest relationship ever. I could blog about X Factor but I'm already bored of hearing peeps complain about it. Don't get me wrong, I agree but don't want to write about it.

Which leaves me with Friday night. It's dark and raining. I get out of work 2 hours later than usual and people are annoying me left right centre and all in between. I pull up in my drive way with a long Friday night ahead of me and take a notion to just drive. I grab an overnight bag, my ipod, jump in the car and head towards Fermanagh. Just the process of driving in the opposite direction to Lisburn accompanied by really loud music was the best therapy ever. All you therapy junkies out there....spend your money on a car and an iTunes account instead. When I got to little Lisnaskea I was content. I was able to leave the shit in the back seat for a bit. No internet, no phone signal and only terrestrial TV. It was fantastic and I only wish I could have stayed but Lisburn was calling.

I won't make a habit of wasting petrol but it is what I needed. Amy if you're out there come back and drive with me please.