Ruby Velour

A bunch of stuff since I haven't been posting here much. This week has been pretty shit.

• I am still hurting bad about Belle's passing. The worst thing is that we had to get her put down, as she was barely able to breathe and was quite obviously dying slowly and painfully. I can't stop thinking about her final few seconds and wondering if we did the right thing. I can't believe she's gone and don't want to believe it. I can only hope she is with Pepe and are both romping together and raiding rubbish bins everywhere in doggy heaven. I'm going to dedicate an entry to her life a bit later.
  
  
• As an indirect result of the above, I got royally shit-faced on Saturday night for my friend Naomi's hen's night. I didn't mean to, but I wasn't able to eat dinner due to being stuck on the phone for work which made me really late and so I forgot to eat. It was a good night, and we had a tonne of fun but no party is ever good enough to balance out vomiting on the walk home and then waking up with THE WORST MIGRAINE EVER! I had to go to a work thing with my sister (climbing the Storey Bridge). They breath tested everyone and of course I blew over, which suited me fine because I felt like dying. I vomited a few more times and went to bed to try and sleep it off. Unluckily I had no migraine pills so it wouldn't budge and got worse, particularly since this years Big Gay day festival was going on behind out place so the booming music made it hurt more. I ended up catching a cab to the emergency room to get something, anything to help. Being in a loud, well-lit hospital was agony but I got some hardcore painkillers which did the trick (only four hours later however). I didn't go to work because although the migraine was gone, I was shaking bad and still felt terrible so I slept most of the day before going to the doctors.
  
  
• My sister and I sent a letter to our dad recently outlining our concerns with he and mum splitting up. basically he promised her a certain sum which would be just enough for her to buy a decent home, now he's reneging on this promise and telling her she'll get a great deal less now. I got a letter back today from him (and only to me, which pissed me off because Erin and I both wrote this letter) and it's all rubbish! I won't go into details but he's got no idea and has lost pretty much all respect from me. I think he's trying to distance himself from us, and if he's not then he's doing a good job of it anyway.
  
  
• Meanwhile my website (http://www.rubyvelour.com) is becoming the sort of website I've always wanted. It's not perfect yet but I want to write up a few posts before I start overhauling it completely. I'll probably post most (if not all) of the entries there on my LJ since I hardly post here anyway and my blog posts will be more interesting than no posts at all (or so I figure).

Ugh, I can't login to MSN any more. I use my pornogirl@gmail.com email for it, which was hacked and compromised ages ago. I rarely used the email address itself, so I didn't worry (I guess I also hoped the hacker would be kind enough to give it back to me after I implored to their better nature, but they simply won't). MSN worked fine, but now it won't login because my user ID "no longer exists". Fucking hell, this happens far too often to me! So if you'd like to add my new MSN please feel free:

rubyvelour@gmail.com

Make sure you let me know who you are though (unless it's blatantly obvious, of course), otherwise I may just deny you. So many assholes try and add me, can't be bothered.

I had a massive night out last night and I've regretted it all day. I wish I'd learn, getting trashed then wiping out the whole next day isn't fun, it isn't cool, and it certainly isn't productive. It also worries me because I rarely got hungover in London and I partied like mad. Why do I get so sick after a decent night out, when I could drink constantly all weekend and wake up feeling excellent in London. IT SHITS ME! I'm going to go to the doctor and see if they can do anything, though I know they won't. Boo.

I also need to find out what's up with my bladder. It's the worst it's ever been and I'm sick of constantly running to bathrooms and barely making it in time. My body is such a piece of crap! *shakes fist*