Baby needs a new pair of... tits?

I go to the gym, and I see a personal trainer (GC) once per month. I like GC. She's easy to talk to (though I'd guess that she makes it that way as someone who deals person-to-person on a daily basis). As someone who is quite thin (probably the HUGE amount of working out she does) with long blonde hair, she's not my type (more on this another time).

However, the last time I saw her, something bothered me. Something had changed, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I saw her again today, and the difference I'd noticed the last time was quite obvious. GC has a chest!

Where did this come from? I see no real weight gain to indicate that it's just that. I can only think of two other possible sources. The obvious one's surgery, of course and I suppose it could also be the result of a hormonal change (contraceptive pill? Something else?).

Either way, I think GC suits being slightly curvier. Athletic is good, athletic and curvy is better. Nice one, GC, now I can have a bit of a perv when working out.

Work woes.

Not woes as such, but just a general pissed off feeling with work (or more importantly the clients I work for/with) who seem to think that I am not in I.T., but am, in fact, a fucking mind reader.

Time to do what I usually do in these situations: the lottery and a quick browse around the recruitment websites.

Wibble.

An email from USHW today: she's figured out that her Hotmail account has been buggered recently (lots of spam), but on the plus side, she's sending a letter. Yay! I really like letters. Getting stuff through the post is fabulous - cards, pressies, postcards and letters. It shows that people care and are thinking of you, because of the time and effort in posting something. E-mails are nice, but there's no real effort in sitting down and typing out a couple of hundred words. We've varely spoken over the past year because of various matters, so it'll be interesting to see what's been going on in her life (and I've already been given hints that it's not good).

I called E earlier to see if she was interested in going to the cinema this evening, but she's already booked up. It looks like it'll be later in the week, perhaps as early as tomorrow, though. It'll be good to catch up with her, too.

There's now less than a fortnight to go until my trip to visit F. I'm really looking forward to it - we'll get drunk, insult each other, offer each other advice on our respective lives and be evil to others.

And finally, in relation to the love triangle I've mentioned in previous posts, that looks as if it's finally died a death. I've already explained that the male in this triangle has "dumped" the two females, A and K. While being kinda friendly with them both, K never spoke to me about this, but I did get to know A. A was devastated for a long time about this, but finally seems to be getting over the whole thing by indulging in some good old casual sex. There's never a finer way of getting someone out of your system than by sleeping with someone else. Good going, A!

It's been ages, hasn't it?

Not that anyone seems to mind or care. I think in the year that I've been writing this blog, I've had the grand total of three comments. Three! Fuck me, that's depressing. Maybe that's another reason why I simply didn't post as often as I had originally planned - I think when I first started, I had this idea that someone might post the odd comment, perhaps leading onto a conversation about whatever was floating around in my mind. Never happened, though. Pity, though with a lot of the posts moaning about my lack of sex life, can anyone be blamed for not hanging around or coming back for further adventures in Forced Celibacy-ville?