Perhaps There Is A Light At The End Of The Tunnel....

Last week was hard. I was homesick, bleeding, and growing increasingly disillusioned with my London adventure.

This week has gotten off to an unusual start and somethings happened that's given me a little glimmer of hope...

What If...

Earlier this week I met up with the lovely M.R. and her hubby for dinner. M.R is a good friend I made during my brief stint at law school a few years ago.

Since I ditched law school and became some sort of aimless wanderer, I've often wondered if leaving was the right decision.

Instead of taking the safe route and having a life filled with predictability and stability, I opted for a life filled, with adventure, heartbreak, and unpredictability.

I sort of envy the organically beautiful relationship M.R. and her hubby have, and how grown up and put together she seems, but perhaps that's just not the sort of life I'm destined for. Perhaps, I'm destined for a bit more...

*What a pretty picture, kudos to me for laying off the booze that night and being a respectable young woman..

Sometimes Honesty is the Best Policy

When Roma returned to London last week, I really wanted to tell him that it was over, but I was too chicken and met up with him for drinks instead.

He sent me several desperate texts the following week including one that read “are you alive?

I ignored his texts as well as his sporadic phone calls for nearly a week and hoped that he would get the hint.

On Thursday, while I was at work chatting it up with one of my colleagues I caught a glimpse of Roma's desperately longing face and I quickly hid behind a piece of furniture.

That night he called me and I decided that it was time to tell him the truth, and I did. His response was “Nadia, you are a crazy girl, you call me when you want to hang out.”

I haven't heard from Roma since.I know that I undoubtedly hurt his feelings but, I'm really proud of myself for being honest with him.

I think I've finally realized that although dodging phone calls and hiding behind furniture may seem like the easy solution, sometimes it's better to just confront things head on.

*Update, apparently Roma didn't understand that he was dumped because yesterday he sent me a text that read "Nadia, r u busy this week."

*This is my new favorite song and it is dedicated to two ZERO's; Roma and Cuntface.

So Neglectful...

I have been quite neglectful with this blog. My apologies.

I started this blog to document my life and I have been doing myself a great disservice by failing to update it.

Posted above is the only picture I've taken in the last two weeks and it pretty much sums up my nighttime activities in London.

Expect more regular and perhaps even more insightful posts in the coming weeks.

*Please disregard my use of sunglasses indoors

Blogger's Block?

Not much going on this week but here goes:

• Work sucks
• Job hunting sucks even more
• I'm starting to look a bit porky so I'm going to go easy on the pints and late night snacks
• Prince is still pleasant
• Roma is currently out of town and has no idea that he's going to get axed when he returns
• I recently joined Twitter, but don't have a fancy phone so it's kind of pointless

Dazed and Confused

Yesterday was Prince's birthday. We rang in the momentous occasion by heading to one of his favorite eats where we chowed down on BBQ'd goodies and drank some booze with a few of his closest pals.

Prince and I have practically been inseparable for the past few weeks and I've come to realize that I undoubtedly have amorous feelings for him, but I'm not exactly sure where things are headed...

In other news, I've still occasionally been hanging out with Roma. I'm pretty sure that I don't have any amorous feelings for him and I think that I just might have to confess this to him--soon.

I'm Not A Girl....

Roma and I met up for drinks the other day. Whilst the alcohol flowed we reminisced about old times and things to come. But, as I expected there were no fireworks-at least not on my end.

Roma was unboubtedly smitten with my appearance for he said "you no longer look like girl, you look like woman." He proceeded to lean in for a kiss on several occasions throughout the night but I just wasn't having it.

Perhaps my disinterest in Roma stems from my new interest in Prince...