Pense & Pensitivity.........

Spending quite some amount of time of public transport these days, I tend to have become increasingly pensive.......this is not helped by the fact that I have a selection of rather depressing tunes on my ipod........

So, my last trip up on the train I became once again quite pensive. And I thought about how my life had turned out, and how different it has actually turned out from the life I thought I would have by now. I thought back to my nine year old self, hating the world, thinking everybody was against me, being dramatic........and I began to think what my nine year old self would think......at the time I was sipping a cappucino, whilst munching on a granola bar on a train to my Law job in the Capital...... I very much doubt that as a nine year old I had heard of the words cappucino or granola, so I would imagine that my nine year old self would be impressed.....even at a young age I had high illusions of grandour......

Also I thought back on my week, which had been exceptionally eventful.
To start off the week there was Vagentine's Day, which would be an amazing start to any week! It also involved me drinking waaaaaaaay too much wine with my comrade reflections, staying up waaaaaaaaay too late and eating crap......best.Vagintine's.day.ever.......though this also meant that Tuesday was spent trying not to puke at work and avoiding the urge to fall asleep at my desk. This also meant that I was in bed by 8:30 Tuesday night.

Then when I thought things couldnt get any crazier, I got asked out on a date, by a real person, not just a figment of my imagination, a real live boy...............and not just a boy that was pissed as a fart, trying to grope me or lob the gob(not that there isnt anything wrong with that, some of my finest romantic moments have involved these elements)but someone who was sober, who saw me in my work clothes and not my usual PVC catsuit that I wear out at the weekend.........

And then to satisfy myself and reflection's thirst for culture we went to an awesome play on Thursday night, God of Carnage. It had one of the best puking scenes since Team America......for me, nothing says culture more than puke.
And to top it off we pooled our cents together and went for wine, which led to a very blurry walk home for me as wine plus the fact that I need to get my eyes tested does a blurry walk make.

I wish every week could be Vagentine's week......................................

Vagentines Day.......

No, that isnt a misprint, this blog post is going to be about the wonderful creation that is Vagentines Day, a day dedicated to the vagina.
Think of it, instead of spending the 14th of February feeling shit, and in fairness it doesnt matter if you are single or in a relationship Valentines Day causes untold misery(its not just me being bitter)we could spend the day honouring the vagina. And it can be celebrated by everybody, single or coupled.

Instead of Valentine's Day cards we could have Vagentine's Day knickers with heartfelt messages for the vagina. Instead of chocolates we could have chocolate sauce or instead of going out for dinner you could, ahem, eat in..........

The vagina, where life begins........ why hasnt it had a day of celebration before now?

I was going to write a blog post on Valentine's Day, a hilarious anecdote on what me and reflections were going to get up to so I didnt end up throwing myself under a bus..... which involved us drinking wine, playing strip cludeo, discussing vintage vodkas........the usual. But then, what would make the day so much better, drinking wine, playing strip cludeo AND paying homage to our lady gardens.

Also, something happened today which made me realise that life is too short to waste time being bitter about Valentine's Day......something really shite which gives u a sense of perspective, ya so I have a broken heart but there is real shit going on out there.

Ultimately, life is a cunt.

Ergo, Vagentine's Day........and the circle of life is complete.

After the really shit thing happened today I felt aged........ its the type of thing that only happens to grown ups..........I was confronted by the fact that I too am a grown up.......

And then along came Vagentine's Day........I may now be a grown up, with grown up dilemmas to face, but at heart im a waster who loves drinking until she cant feel feelings anymore and who comes up with stuff like Vagentine's Day....

Now, where does one find a tandem bike and a bottle of wine at this stage of the night?!