I gave up my...

Partner in crime last night. No, not Kristen. We have WAAAAAY to much fun for her to ditch me, or me to ditch her. As much as we can't be trusted with $11 cocktails & dance floors, I think even bloke, her John is seeing the humour in our mayhem :)

No, I decided to bail on the boy that has been keeping me slightly occupied (slightly, due to shift work. Don't date a shift worker, esp if you're a 9 - 5er with a short attention span).

No, PC Plod/Dudley Do-Right/all your various other names for the boy, who will no longer be THE BOY I will talk about.

There's an interesting tale to be told of how & why I'm once again on the meat market, but alas, I'm in two minds about ranting online. I want to rant, you know I do, however, I think he may read my blog.

Which could of course:

a) taint my rant
b) make him feel special that i finally gave him a proper mention on my blog
c)um, I forgot

So after getting in trouble with my doling Friday night, today, I'm holding back.

You want my rant - hit me up at my hotmail accout.