Sorry 'bout my insensitivity girls, here's the address : www.adiamondisforever.com
Tried to paste the URL but it wasn't workin' out.
Oh well, have fun!


C.O.T.: No. 1 Thing That Irked Me This Week
Those "attention-junkie" type-a chicks.

Yes, I say chicks, because I haven't met any men like this (yet?).
They seem to go out of their way to make everyone (especially males) in their vicinity focus on them, to the point where they become obnoxious, over-bearing, and/or downright pathetic.
They don't know the meaning of the phrases "play it cool" or "Hol' it down."

I thought this kinda thing ended with the completion of puberty!

I know everyone likes some degree of attention, but must they take it to the level where they become bitchy to anyone (usually female) who threatens to steal their "spotlight"?

A friend sent me a link to a website, this morning, on which you can design your own engagement ring, and God help me I tried to resist clicking on it, but to no avail.
Not only did I check out the site, but I ended up designing a kickass platinum engagement ring with a teardrop centre stone and trillion (triangular) side stones!
And I surprised myself by enjoying it!

Why do I entertain such naïve fantasies?

And now, I present to you this week's edition of...

Things I Really Really Wanna Know

Why is it such a common belief that one can catch a cold from getting rained on?
Why, I used to run 'bout in de rain nuff in my youth, playin' up in de mud and ting, and I never catch nuttin' yet! Schuupes.

Why is it that when I'm behaving like a perfectly sane human being, and trying to get everyone's attention to ask a serious, pertinent question, nobody's be listenin' to me, but WHENEVER I lose concentration and start doin' those stupid little things that ya only do when ya sure no-one's looking (e.g. making faces at your reflection in your cup of coffee) EVERYONE catches me?


Why is it that "You Sexy Thing" by Hot Chocolate is missing from the song lists of so many karaoke operators?

Why is it that people insist on speaking to me about cars and rallies when I have never given them ANY indication that I give two wukkups about those topics?

Why is it that our short, annoying Venezuelan supervisor keeps buzzing around my desk and interrupting me when I'm trying to blog?


More to come, I'm sure.

I know I should be in bed about now...but I just don't feel like sleeping.

I feel the need to remind everyone that reads this blog, that you never really know anyone.

You may THINK you know someone, but trust me, ya don't! You're only just getting the tip of the iceberg.

Still feeling somewhat isolated..like I'm in some kinda bubble, floating along, only hearing the muffled voices from the outside world through my protective bubble wall.
Or lost away on some desert island, far away from the effects of modern civilisation.
It's the wierdest feeling.