Gone in 60 Days

I can't quite believe that it has been almost two whole months since I last attempted to splatter-gun small sections of my life onto Girl on a Barge. Time is a sneaky bastard isn't it? Because I have been thinking about the blog, I manipulated myself into believing that I am actually writing a blog, when in fact I have been doing nothing of the sort. I have, however, managed to place a large tick in the box next to each of the following "constructive" things to do:

1 - As the rest of the city recoiled at the thought of having to stand outside the pub to have a sneaky fag, I chose to take up smoking for the first time in my life. For the first six weeks I persuaded myself it was purely "social", but the tell-tale signs that suggest my face is going to look like a burst sausage by the time I am 35 are now firmly in place. I smoke in the morning, I have switched to the tonsil-numbing hardcore Marlboro's of which I have smoked almost 160 in the past week and last Wednesday I left the breathtaking view of Cloud 23 to go downstairs and take a few breaths of nicotina and monoxido de carbono (I bought them in duty free which immediately makes them ten times more appealing). I hang my head in shame.

2 - Facebook kidnapped me and pillaged my mind. After months of tut-tutting at every mention of My Space and/or Facebook I have succumbed. I am now poking people hourly, leaving mindless graffitti on "Friends" walls, and spending more of my working day on thinking of witty status updates than I care to imagine.

3 - I have had my heart broken by The Boy. Or was it my ego he broke? I can't quite tell. During our last evening together he suggested we take a walk along the canal from Rain Bar to Dukes. It could quite easily have become the most romantic / sexy / passion-inducing evening we spent together. Instead he chose to poke sticks at the many spiders congregating under the bridges. I know hindsight is a wonderful thing (if not a little smug) but the clues were screaming at me in the title. "The Boy"? Hell, this Girl is looking for a Man.