Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-ch Changes! And small dogs.

So, anyway, it occured to me that my blog might be getting a bit boring. Where, I hear you ask, are the tantalising tales of my promiscuity and darstardly deeds that used to keep you entertained for at least a minute a day? Have I stopped going out? Has my social life dried up so much that I can't even manage to twist it into something that even so much as RESEMBLES fun and frolics? Am I, in short, GROWING UP?!

HA. Let's all take a moment to have a good hearty laugh about that one.

No, fair reader, I am doing nothing of the sort.

I have been trying to re-focus myself. To gain some perspective, see the bigger picture, to re-channel my energies and become a more illuminated, content human being.

Basically? SORT MY FUCKING LIFE OUT.

And I have come up with plans. Oh yes. There are Plans and they are Varied and Interesting (and, many would suggest, Ill-Advised).

Before I unveil these spangly beperfumed Plans, I will do a brief, non-bullet-pointed summary of La Vie de la Léonie in these recent times.

My friends Bec and Paul (of 'commenting' fame) moved into a LOVELY flat last weekend. It is in West Kensington, and but a throw of a stone from the tube station. I was going to write that I helped them move, but they read this and I would feel all guilty writing that when they know and I know that all I REALLY did was get in the way and drink wine. I did little to help. But I was there, my moral support was there and I got rid of all that pesky, pesky wine that would otherwise have clogged up all that important moving space.

After that I went to a party. I got there at midnight and stayed up listening to jazz till 5am at which point I promptly fell asleep on the floor of the dining room on a rug.

On Sunday I hung around, read Cosmo. Did the quizzes. I am
a) A liar who tells her friends what they want to hear and only has afore-mentioned friends because I tell them they're pretty, and
b) An exhibitionist in bed.
Hmm. Both of those I will choose to view in a flattering light. Oh and also? You look HOT today. Nice dress.

What else?

Last night I went to the theatre. It was a one woman production that the actress had devised herself, about Billie Holiday, and it was fantastic. Also at one point there was a little dog on stage and it was funny. Yes, I am a discerning theatre-goer (but the dog was tiny and kept scratching and then looking around the stage VERY suspiciously, like it might've been thinking "Ok. Not sure QUITE where I am and who the hell ALL THOSE PEOPLE are, but I will just sit here for a while and.. ooh itchy itchy scratchy scratchy... la la I'm a dog" or something.). Anyway it was good.

Oh and another day Pippa and I went to her house, ate pizza and brownies and drank wine. We watched 'How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days' and wondered vaguely how we got to be us and Kate Hudson got to be her and marvelled (through our mouthfuls of chocolate brownie) at the sheer injustice of it. Oh, don't get me wrong, Pippa and I are HOT (and apparently I'm an exhibitionist in bed so I'm a pretty damned good catch) but Kate? We're not Kate.

And not much else has happened really.

I watched some good TV and got an email from Chris about potentially living on a houseboat on the Thames (YES. Just yes.) and have discussed at length the upcoming weekend's debacles. Also one morning the shower was really cold. But not to worry. I coped. I managed. I'm here.

And also? I have Plans. Remember the Plans?

Come September I am OUT OF HERE. I don't know where yet, but I am leaving the country for at least a month, to be on my own, meet all sorts of new people and LIVE THE FUCKING DREAM.

Maybe Europe?
Maybe South America?
Maybe your house?

I'm going. And in the interim I am going to save money, sing my little heart out and generally have fun and get pissed and see my friends.

Do you think these are good Plans? Where shall I go? I am SO excited. My life is taking a turn people. I am an exhibitionist in bed, so what can go wrong?

The world will FUCKING LOVE ME.