Just a random one

For once I actually don't have that much to write. But I figured I would anyway. So, what have I been up to...

Well as you may remember my ex kindly reminded me that I'm a moody cow so I carted myself off to the doctors yesterday. Not because I'm a moody cow, but for all the other stuff that comes with it. Pretty much didn't get anywhere but I'm back for blood tests in the morning. What fun. Mind you I would rather have a hundred blood tests than go to the dentist. There's just something about people who actually want and probably enjoy looking into people's germ ridden mouths that makes me feel somewhat uneasy.

I am currently taking tomorrow's possible 'meeting' with a pinch of salt. I am pretty sure he will make some excuse not to come. And if he doesn't and he actually turns up then, well... I will have to cross that bridge when I come to it I suppose. In an ideal scenario he will turn up, realise just what he is missing and beg for me to get back with him. In the real world where men are mainly selfish idiots it is most likely that I will be nothing more than a booty call. Not that there is anything wrong with that. Technically it doesn't make me a slag. Does it?! Because he is still in love with me and vice versa. Hmm. I'll leave that one to the critics.

God, this is going to mess me up. So why can't I just leave it? There is a small part of me that for some unbeknown reason is still clinging on to the tiniest possibility that he will see the light and come running back. Maybe he will. Maybe I'm destined to be a miserable old spinster for the rest of my life. Maybe living with cats is easier than trying and failing at winning some guy back. I feel silly because he is not just "some guy" when really, he should just be another one of those chapters in the story of my life. What is wrong with me? Why have I suddenly become some soppy ass whingebag pining after a guy? Mind you, if what they say is true, anything is possible.