for I dearly love to laugh

These days, I am trying to be an alright catch. It has been made clear to me that this is not always something I excel at, what with my olympic moodiness and ice-queenity and my sarcastic nature and my incredibly low tolerance for things that aren't my idea and those unobtainably high standards (no murderers rapists or people who know about electricity). It's an uphill battle.

I am trying to be more balanced. Usually I am 70% giddiness, 25% explosions and 5% mystery. I would like to be more 40% 30% 30%. I like mystery in a girl. Maybe boys like it too? Who knows!

The main catalyst for this dramatic volte face is the boy I mentioned about five entries ago. After breaking the news that he does have a personality and is fun to be around, I seem to have made a grievous error of judgement. It turns out that he is actually aloof and unfriendly when not absolutely plastered and I am not to expect familiarity or - lord preserve us! - joviality in the workplace. This is a shame and needless to say I am bemused as he was doing a great job of rebuilding bridges with OTC. I have smoothed my hurt feelings by making it known that he is a tosser after all.

So in the manner of all heartbroken females I am making a radical change to my life. I believe it is traditional to cut off all your hair but I don't feel like doing that this time, so I'm going to smile more instead, and bag me a Quaker.