Day 50.

Tut tut. Was regret going to come in to play today or was she so damn happy she didn't care? 

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For the last couple of days I haven't been able to stop smiling. Perhaps I should see a doctor, could just be cramp...

This weekend has been amazing. All of it. Every single bit. Being too drunk on Friday and wandering around town to being thrown around in the back of the car to having my hair stroked by numerous people because they liked the colour. It has been immense. It's weekends like that, that make me appreciate being single. A lot. I can eye up as many women as I choose and that's always a good thing. Hmmm. The fact I got the most amazing massage in the club probably topped the weekend off. This man has hands of a God. No word of a lie.

I've come to realise, more so than before, how amazing my friends are. Seriously. I have some real good eggs around me nowadays and I wouldn't change them for the world. After not eating for quite some time I was beginning to get the shakes. Not good when you're playing with syringes in clients houses. This one particular friend, actually turned up on a clients road armed with a sausage sandwich and a coke, just to make sure I ate something. Now, if that's not a good friend I don't know what is. Apparently 'wine isn't a stable diet' but I beg to differ. It's done wonders for me. Not so much my liver. So, after having people who are not only amazingly amazing but also fit as fuck, I am in a pretty good mood.

I feel under a fair bit of pressure now. Knowing that certain people are reading what I write. Not that I should mind but I feel as though I have to censor more of it. Or I should censor more of it. Clearly my potty mouth isn't going away any time soon and the fact I am desperate to write a blog dedicated to orgasms, I may need a NSFW label attached to it. The awkward thing about writing about sex, or anything related to it, is how uncomfortable it makes my dad and it's hilarious. He's not one to mince his words and his swearing vocabulary is definitely why I am like this now but he cannot stand the fact that all 3 of his daughters are probably sexually active and it's great. I'm pretty sure he convinced himself that my sister didn't actually have sex to produce my gorgeous nephew. He is probably still falling for the stork story. Bless.

No sleep has left me feeling pretty rotten and I've now got to put up with a 2 hour call with a woman who dislikes me because I don't bitch about the company. Fun times.

Not long til nap time. Not long til nap time. Not long til na...

Hannah xox