Rambles and brambles

Dear Diary,

Well, I did it. The unimaginable has happened. As with MySpace, Facebook, Harry Potter, and every other big thing that has ever been invented which I swore to avoid, I have bowed to the inevitable - I have joined Twitter. Although, after a mere 24 hours, I really don't see what the big deal is. It just seems like a mini-version of Facebook (ie: you tell everyone what you're up to), but with the added benefit of being able to stalk your favourite celebritites and find out that they are just normal people after all. Hmmm..... Not that Matt Berry has responded to the very lovely message I sent him, the knob. Time shall tell if this is worth the hype.....

Monday and Tuesday were the same old - hardly worth the recapping, really. It's incredibly depressing to know that I'm letting days, and indeed WEEKS, slip by with nothing happening. I'm so going to look back on this wasted time in years to come, full of regret, thinking "What the fuck was I DOING??!" But really, there's nothing else I CAN do at the moment. Every waking hour is spent trying to find work and sending endless CVs and enthusiastic letters to faceless corporations and employers, when, according to the "Mirror" - my chances of getting a reply are 2 in 50. Jesus. Mind you, I read in an interview that Graham Linehan spent about 3 years (before "The IT Crowd" got picked up) doing nothing - playing Guitar Hero 90% of the time, and writing 10% of the time. Now I'm not for a second suggesting I'm as big a genius as him, but a lot of evidence seems to suggest that being a successful scriptwriter involves a LOT of procrastination. So there's hope for me yet, I guess!

Last night was very interesting. Very interesting indeed. Well, mainly because Mum was away so we had an absolute FINE-ARSE chippy for tea (and profiteroles for pudding, mmmmmmmmmm.....) but also because of Gary. Yes, that old chesnut.
So I was curled up in bed with my Ipod and Harry Potter (not literally - although DAMN, Daniel Radcliffe is aging well - I don't think I'd be allowed to put the actual picture up on here, but take a look at THIS bad boy!) when I got a text off Gary. Now, that was surprising in itself - but it was a strange text, composed only of 3 words that made no sense, nor were they related to anything I'd been saying whatsoever.

"U love it"

Eh?? What was the meaning of this strange, univited message? We'd not spoken to each other for about a month! (Truth be told, I think getting laid on Monday took him off my mind, as I wasn't quite so ants-in-the-pants-y after that - whereas before, I'd've jumped the next coach in a SECOND, if he'd asked me) So I texted back asking exactly what I love, and he just replied "Everything." I asked if he was pissed, and rather surprisingly, his reply was "No, not at all. Just wanted to talk to you." Awwwwww! OK, our previous chats haven't exactly verged into the romantic, but for some reason, I found this pretty sweet.

So we got chatting, about this and that. I fell asleep in the middle of it at one point, but luckily he didn't text back for AGES anyway. Besides, it was pretty sweet to dozily wake up to "Let's get it on" (my text ringtone) drifting across the room. Especially given who I was talking to! Anyway, after a while, as always, things ventured into the dirty. Blame me, not him! I was the one who started it, in all fairness - I can't help that I'm completely insatiable. Only this time, I don't know how, but our chat ended up getting a lot filthier than previous ones. And I tell you what - I'm glad I stepped up my game. Because, after weeks of trying to get him to meet up, I think I've finally done it. His exams finish on the 14th, and by a happy coincidence, I'm back in town on the 18th (will explain why later). I put this to him, and his response was as follows (highly edited):

"God yes, let's do it! Shall we get a hotel? I'll be honest, I have not been so turned on in AGES"


YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! I'm so stoked by now, I'd be happy just going to his, but again, there is the threat of the (mutual friend of Zara's) housemate who would possibly recognise me. Not to mention I'd be embarrassed about any noise (he has a squeaky bed, apparently). Plus, there's just something so exciting about a hotel, in a "we-could-just-be-any-old-strangers-existing-in-our-own-little-sexy-world-for-one-night" Secret Diary of a Call Girl kinda way. If that makes sense. Not to mention we wouldn't have to worry about noise, and someone else has to change the sheets (gross, but true).

So, I think it's a given - it's finally gonna happen. The whole thing was madly exciting to be honest, especially since he openly admitted he wanted me "so much" (*blush*). Now I know you think that, give our past conversations, it's a pretty obvious observation. But somehow, seeing the words actually written out - with my NAME in front of it - (everyone knows that a name at the beginning places emphasis on a point!) made me literally squeak with excitement. Actually SQUEAK!

He even started asking what kind of kinky stuff I'd be into trying. Crikey!! I think I've met someone scarier than me...... or in any case, a hell of a lot more experimental. This sounds like it's going to be fun! Who knows, I may even find the elusive other-person-induced orgasm at last!! I better bloody had do, after searching for all these years...... well, "year," technically. Gosh, it's so weird to think how I was completely naeive and sexually inactive until I met Aaron, and then spent the next year shagging everyone in sight. In a way, I suppose he was a good thing that happened to me. Yes, he was a dick and I got my heart broken, but on the bright side it got the pesky business of losing my virginity out the way, and I spent the whole of 2008 making up for lost time! While he's probably still stuck with the same girl, probably having boring, routine sex by now. I think I know who's winning!! Yeah, FUCK YOU, AARON!! 2008 was definitely the Year of the Kat, it would seem.......

Where was I? Oh yes, so Gary and I continued to carry on texting (hmmm.... sounds like a film pitch from those Orange ad guys) till about 3 oclock, until I had to break off for "me-time" before falling into a delicious sleep. He'd better keep me up till PAST 3am if this actually takes place. All that remains now is to check out hotels again, and see if it actually happens this time. It better bloody had do, if he cancels again after getting me all worked up and actually promising to sort something this time, I'll crack his head open. And I DON'T mean the one on top of his neck........

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Current Mood: defiant
Current Music: "Sexy Motherfucker" - Prince