Too Too Much!

Friday (last day of the working week)

It's all getting too much with Julio. I'm not sure if I'm ready for the kind of relationship he wants. He wants to tell his parents and his numerous brothers and sisters that he's in love with me and he doesn't want to go ahead with his marriage to Gloria (his parents' preferred choice of partner). It's terrible because I'm not that bothered. I mean, yeah, it's nice and all, having a big latino hunk beside me, but sometimes he doesn't use deoderant and that really bothers me. Also, I found out that he doesn't have medicare, he's one of that forty percent we're always hearing about. That would worry me too much if we formed a lifelong partnership, I'd always be stopping him from crossing the road in case he got run down and we couldn't afford to have him fixed. Also, I don't really understand everything he says. The other day he said "You're so impotant; Too wee!" and I was like, hello, Mr Hulio Englasias, your dick ain't exactly anything to write home about. And then I realised he was actually saying "You're so important to me." I was really embarassed for like a second and then I realised it was all part of our sexual socio-cultural exchange. But I don't like it. I'm worried one day I'm going to split up with him over something really nice he said about me. That would look totally stupid. No. I think it's time to call it a day. I'm gonna' tell him...after dance (we're doing the Rio-Rhumba and I don't want him to mess up).
Bye.
Love you.
Bye then.
M xx

You LOOK Fantastic!

Oh my God, you look so good Jan. Where did you get that rouge? It's so...you.
Mmmmm
I'm not sure about my glasses though. They reflect the light all wrong and sometimes I think I look like a bad French spy.
Bye.
Mxx

Hot Latin Men and BEANHEAD!

Tuesday (Ladies Day. Glamorganshire Gold Club)

Yesterday was so hot my Adam's Apple stopped working. I couldn't do anything about it. It just siezed up. Mom told me to drink oil. So, of course, I did no such thing. She don't know shit about me. I just sat in my room and waiting for it to work again. It's working now.
School sucks at the moment. Jamie has taken the split so badly. He's barely spoken two words to me. Meanwhile, Janice has begun an affair with vice-principal Bean, or BEANHEAD as we call him. I don't know what she thinks she's doing. She's playing with fire. It's one of the most exciting things that's ever happened in our school though and I'm sworn to secrecy. Last night I nearly told Julio (who I'm now having an affair with), but I didn't even tell him. Janice said noone is to know and for once in my life I think she's probably right.

Julio's hot though. He followed me home on Sunday night after class. He thought I didn't see him and flew like a dark shadow from corner to corner, following me. But I see EVERYTHING! I even butched up my walk so he wouldn't think he was totally betraying his macho Hispanic roots.
Anyhow, it turns out he totally loves me. I've decided to play hard to get after the heartbreak of Jamie so I didn't let him touch me. I just gave him a smouldering look and tangoed my way through the front door, slamming the door behind me.
Here's a pic of his brother. Julio's almost exactly the same minus the cat suit and girl. Just put me where she is and it's a pretty accurate picture.

OH love. Wherefore art thou?

Oh.
Mmmmm
Hmmmmmm
These are the sorts of sounds I am so SICK of hearing. Contented sighs from ridiculously relaxed couple that just KEEP ON GETTING IN MY WAY. Honestly. I'm trying to learn to Ballroom dance. It's hard enough trying to partner Janice who has quite frankly got two left feet when it comes to anything even mildly syncopated. Did I spell that right? Oh well, I guess it just shows I'm an individual with my own way of doing things. I always say, everyone should have their own private dictionary with their own private spellings. Anyway, so, I'm halfway through the Rhumba when I'm like, enclosed by sighing couples who have all been given dance lessons as like wedding presents and stuff. It really makes me pissed. I hate all their fucking STARING into each others eyes. And none of them have any sense of style whatsoever. That's what love does, it inhibits your sense of style so before you know it your shopping in the Gap and thinking that it'd be okay to wear sand coloured slingbacks to a barbeque. I hate them.
But I guess it's because I've not yet found love myself. Well, not proper reciprocated love. Oh sure I've have my fair share of romances, but giving a quick handjob at the back of the bus isn't exactly a commitment, is it? Well, it is in a way, but it's really messy and not a bit degrading when the guy is whispering his girlfriend's name under his breath.
Still. I'm going to pursue the dancing. Not least because there's the hottest guy in the world JULIO who was state champ last year. he's amazing and he's hispanic, which is so in right now. I've been wanting to go out with one for ages and I get the feeling that underneath those tight, tight, satin trousers there's a caring, loving man waiting to get out.
I feel a bit bad. Like I'm two timing Richard, but I haven't seen him for like a week now, so it's hard to remember what he looks like and when faced with temptation. Well......................
Bye.