I am a super commuter.

Last night after I had finished work I popped around to say “hi” to the olds as my Gran and Aunt are staying at the moment. Brief chatting ensued and then I left.
I drove back to Epsom and then the super domesticity began.
I made a lasagne from scratch. However I did not make the pasta sheets but I did do everything else. I was very proud of myself and it was actually really pleasant.
Nigella I am not but then who want to be a smug posh bitch who drones on about sexy food? Not me. Then I cleaned the kitchen and finally to reward myself I drank a bottle of red wine all to myself. I really could get used to this 9-5 commuter domestic lifestyle. Drunk by 10 and passed out by midnight just to get up at 6 and start all over again. Brilliant.

Kelly Osborne says “Don’t touch me while I’m sleeping babe” but today I would take anything I could get. I am so horny it’s not even funny. Not even 10AM and I am a total hornbag already. What am I going to do with myself for the next seven hours?

One thing I shall not be doing is looking at ebay. Although this is a fountain of brilliant items to purchase I just cant do it. I know I will find something I want to buy and it will be super cheap and then I will be on that slippery slope to bankruptcy again.
Even writing this is making me want to have a quick browse but I just cant do it to myself.

At this second in time I have absolutely nothing to do at all so I have been watching a David Hasselhoff power point presentation. 75 of the best pictures of the Hoff. Does it get any better than this? I love him so much. I think I might even base my summer look on him. Good 80’s/ Bad 80’s? That’s the question.

Shit I am so bored. Oh I have just remembered something to do. Great a secret mission all of my own. Wish me luck.

Have fun and remember…if it look like an apple, smells like an apple, don’t eat it anyway its an apple and they are super gross.

Love
Russ.