Day 3 of general fuckin goodness.  I feel fuckin' *amazing*... Better than good.  It's like a wee holiday from depression, not sure how long it'll last but fuckin hell I'm gonna make the most of it.

I had 2 Weetabix this morning (is it Weetabix's? or Weetabii perhaps, hmm... I'll need to find that out.)  Then a 357 calorie prawn andwich and a mixed fruit type thing from Sainsbury's for lunch.  So gonna try and keep that generally decent eating pattern going.  I also thought about braving the weigh in.  But it's remaining a thought for now.  Pretty worried about the result of that.  But fuckit, I need to face it, so likely this weekend.

Ordered myself a punchbag too that I'm gonna hang in the garage, I had one before when I lived in Glasgow and it's a great way to exercise.  Just knocking fuck out of someone.  Haha...

ANNNNND....while I'm on this whole "fuckit I'm gonna get healthy thing"... I spoke to a boy at work about coming along to training with his Sunday League team.  I reckon I'm good enough to play at that level, but I'm quite happy to go along to training for a wee bit and get down to my fighting weight before getting a proper game.

But yea, on the whole....not too fuckin bad at all...

On another note that boosted my mood slightly, I was walking into the supermarket last night and this good looking girl's face lit up and she said hi.  My brain rifled through the files to see if it could figure out who this could possibly be, and eventually we got the relevant dossier.  She was one of the Polish girls from the other night in the pub.  I was talking to her for quite a bit, making her laugh etc... she'd been sitting with her boyfriend looking pretty fucking miserable.  So when he fucked off I slithered in like a snake. 

I'm not saying that she wants me to fuck her or anything, and in all honesty... she wasn't as hot as I remembered her.  But she was still really nice, and on Friday night she was wearing *amazing* footwear.  A pair of Red Boots... Oh My Soul... they were fantastic.  I must have mentioned elsewhere in the blog that I like a girl with good shoes... But anyway, yea... it was nice to have someone I'd spoke to in the pub look genuinely pleased to have bumped into me and obviously didn't think I was as much of a useless scum of the earth cunt that I did on the Saturday morning.  So yea... I'm coming round to the idea that I'm not as much of a horrible cunt as this wee guy inside keeps telling me I am.

AND THEEEN I got a text message from a girl I used to work with in Glasgow who I love dearly, and probably who I should have been with if I wasn't such a useless cunt.  But anyway... it was along the lines of "Hiya Darlin', how you been doing? Haven't heard from you for ages. Miss you loads xxxX D"

Again, I don't think she wants me to fuck her, she has a boyfriend and stuff, and maybe I wouldn't want to ruin the friendship by fucking her.  Aye... maybe... haha... But it's nice to know that people are thinking about you and that people do think you're a good person.  I miss her too, she's an amazing wee girl.  One of the best... And I do regret not at least seeing if we could have had a run at something.  But them's the breaks.  What you gonna do huh?

But yea, I'll definitely meet up with her when I go home in a couple of weeks.  And this time I'll not fuck it up by getting too pished that I won't want to see anyone ever again.  I also think that last time I was worried that I'd just ask her to run away and marry me because I was such a fuckin' wreck.  But I'm beginning to warm to the idea that it's ok to have friends that are chicks.  Even if sometimes your hormones kick in and you want to fuck them, like I do on a regular basis... That's ok too.  But a friendship can become worth more than a shag.

Did those words actually just come from me?

Fuckin hell...

Maybe I am ill after all...