<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464</id><updated>2011-07-08T08:21:29.268+01:00</updated><category term='BBC'/><category term='sky'/><category term='breasts'/><category term='organised'/><category term='piercing'/><category term='shadow'/><category term='strike'/><category term='Blu-ray'/><category term='sms'/><category term='wedding'/><category term='shower'/><category term='Beginning'/><category term='John'/><category term='vodka'/><category term='pool'/><category term='stable'/><category term='personality'/><category term='Sex'/><category term='Shopping'/><category term='spider'/><category term='new year'/><category term='Mother'/><category term='Vampire'/><category term='Bikini'/><category term='work'/><category term='HD-DVD'/><category term='Nightmares'/><category term='Angel'/><category term='kitten'/><category term='Holiday'/><category term='dress'/><category term='politics'/><category term='Sophie'/><category term='party'/><category term='wii'/><category term='flexible'/><category term='virgin media'/><category term='fight'/><category term='Special'/><category term='drinking'/><category term='Monday'/><category term='life'/><category term='show off'/><category term='text'/><category term='food'/><category term='Driving'/><category term='deed'/><category term='Richard'/><category term='Stupid Blokes'/><category term='Movies'/><category term='Dreams'/><category term='boots'/><category term='Jack'/><title type='text'>Jessica's take on Reality</title><subtitle type='html'>welcome to my world</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-6889160396263443452</id><published>2009-07-14T22:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T22:28:59.005+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><title type='text'>Rain, rain, rain...</title><content type='html'>What wonderful weather we are having lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've caught a little TV lately, I enjoyed watching Saving private Ryan on some channel I can't remember and my personal favourite Captain Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so back to my reality. I still haven't figured what my mother is up to but she's still playing nice which is making me a nervous around her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-6889160396263443452?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/6889160396263443452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=6889160396263443452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6889160396263443452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6889160396263443452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2009/07/rain-rain-rain.html' title='Rain, rain, rain...'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-5608715398533433400</id><published>2009-07-04T23:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T23:54:39.072+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><title type='text'>Strange behaviour</title><content type='html'>For the last week my mother has been unusually pleasant towards me, she hasn't made any of her usual jibs at my sexual orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could call her on it but then that could blow up in my face if for some reason she doesn't have an ulterior motive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So since I'm in a placid mood my plan is to be as nice to her as she is to me, that way if she does have an ulterior motive she's probably waiting for me to question her sincerity before throwing it in, we will see which way the devil works this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-5608715398533433400?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/5608715398533433400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=5608715398533433400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5608715398533433400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5608715398533433400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2009/07/strange-behaviour.html' title='Strange behaviour'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-4452338168301316589</id><published>2009-06-27T23:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T23:23:26.989+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Stig</title><content type='html'>Ok so I don't believe the Stig is Michael Schumacher, I think he was scheduled to be a guest and they took the opportunity to drum up publicity. I like Top Gear but didn't know it was back on until I saw the news article on the BBC the Sunday it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm board and don't have much else to say but I wanted to get back into the swing of posting as there was a nice crowd of people that followed this blog before I took fell off the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hot too, even though I'm sat here in only a (long) t-shirt. Yes we Brits complain when it's cold and now its hot we're still complaining, but we're British and have will always complain if it's not just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson: I enjoyed his music and it's sad that there will be no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tennis: I was watching the women's tennis and it was most entertaining, I have a strange desire to take up tennis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;edited for spelling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-4452338168301316589?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/4452338168301316589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=4452338168301316589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/4452338168301316589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/4452338168301316589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2009/06/stig.html' title='Stig'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-686382514745678489</id><published>2009-06-04T23:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:33:14.116+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack'/><title type='text'>Jack</title><content type='html'>I know this may sound strange coming from me but I think I'm missing Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably because he was trying to court me he did make me feel somewhat special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a box of chocolates, if you don't open them because you want to save your favourite ones for a time when you can really enjoy them they will eventually go off and be no good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired and stopped making sense a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-686382514745678489?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/686382514745678489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=686382514745678489' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/686382514745678489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/686382514745678489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2009/06/jack.html' title='Jack'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-8767819119457067451</id><published>2009-05-29T21:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T21:58:24.274+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>MP's expenses</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to wade too deeply into the current controversy surrounding MP's expenses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I've heard/read what they have said and those who have repaid money have said the problem was down to sloppy accounting, a genuine mistake etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that really annoys me is that none of us simple folk would get away with those excuses. You mean I didn't pay my council tax bill, oh silly me i forgot but now you caught me I'll pay up, yeah and get lobbed with a whopping great fine to accompany it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they were trying to kick the speaker out there was comments like he must go to restore trust in parliment; I don't give two hoots about the bloody speaker, it's you lot who claimed the money we should kick out; or better still slap them with some community service, you can pay back that three grand by sweeping the roads for two months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever said that the desire to be an MP should get you shot was dam right! you bunch of hypercritical thieves the lot of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have a nice day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-8767819119457067451?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/8767819119457067451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=8767819119457067451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/8767819119457067451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/8767819119457067451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2009/05/mps-expenses.html' title='MP&apos;s expenses'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-5664778945055428652</id><published>2009-05-24T23:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T23:30:52.591+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Has it been that long?</title><content type='html'>I hadn't realised how long it's been since my last confession, well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my sporadic posting I wonder if anyone ever reads this these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been happening in Jessica's reality I hear you scream, well Laura is back in town, she did enjoy her extended vacation but now back to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; Sophie is still living with my mother, I was hoping when Laura got back so would my little angel but because Laura is working shifts the spawn of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; didn't think it was a good idea for Sophie to move back in. More scheming required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed my blog is over 2 years old, and I still haven't hit 100 posts yet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-5664778945055428652?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/5664778945055428652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=5664778945055428652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5664778945055428652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5664778945055428652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2009/05/has-it-been-that-long.html' title='Has it been that long?'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-6458513418042133079</id><published>2009-01-02T23:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-02T23:09:23.623Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping the new year is full of joy and happiness for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lets see if we can make it better than the last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-6458513418042133079?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/6458513418042133079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=6458513418042133079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6458513418042133079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6458513418042133079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-1669580174621815171</id><published>2008-12-31T00:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T00:34:20.600Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Last post of 2008</title><content type='html'>Reading that title you could either think of me as an optimist or pessimist seeing how there is almost 24 hours left in the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I do apologise for not posting anything for the past 5 months but I've not really been in the mood. Ok to be more honest I wasn't sure what to write about, I'm still not sure but I think I'll just keep typing and see what comes out. It is the end of the year and perhaps the title of this post was enough to bring me out a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's been happening I hear you  scream at the monitor, well I may have gotten older but I'm still 2 years away from being 30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my sister is still off on her year out traveling around the world, she sends photos when she gets chance and seems like she's really enjoying herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Laura is currently not a viable sitter this means my mother has made an executive decision and Sophie has had to move in with her. Not only that but now it's just me living here she's also decided not to subsidised the rent, I know I shouldn't moan about that seeing how everyone else has to pay their own way but it was nice not to be flat broke at the end of each month. It's funny but she has come out and said if I start dating men she would consider the money issue, the bitch! not that I've been getting any lately from either gender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit that my darker outlook on life lately has made me say and do things I've come to regret, maybe that's too hard, I think I could have made better choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do tell people that I never regret things but truth be told there are many decisions in my life I regret and although  they don't keep me awake at night they can be cause for a distraction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still think that something has to change for me to move forward but not sure what, I don't think a new job would have any affect since when I'm in work I tend to get on with stuff without this side of my personality getting in the way. Moving is out of the question because of Sophie, I know that if I moved further away I would end up seeing her less than I do now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a girl to do, suggestions welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-1669580174621815171?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/1669580174621815171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=1669580174621815171' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/1669580174621815171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/1669580174621815171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2008/12/last-post-of-2008.html' title='Last post of 2008'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-2539244298094249379</id><published>2008-08-04T22:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T22:15:25.714+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Another Dream</title><content type='html'>An interesting dream I had a couple of days ago, unlike the &lt;a href="http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/12/sharks.html"&gt;shark&lt;/a&gt; dream this one was quite pleasant if not short. I've not been able to determine if there is a meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking through a carpark with a girl, she looks like a girl I had a one night fling with at the beginning of the year. We're going somewhere and we're taking her car since I didn't bring mine, although I can see mine parked in the distance, also the carpark is very similar to my work's carpark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drive out the gate onto a main road which I don't recognise and it's now raining quite heavy. We pull over so she can explain where we're going and she seems quite excited, as she leans towards me I kiss her, and this is pretty much where the dream ends except for one fact. I can remember the kiss so vividly I could almost swear it was real, I remember the feeling of her tongue, the taste of her lipstick and the smell of her hair its so amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually only remember sights and sounds from dreams but this kiss was so real it actually makes me smile just thinking about it. Now I did kiss her several months ago so it could just be the remembering the sensation from that but it seemed different, fresh somehow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-2539244298094249379?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/2539244298094249379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=2539244298094249379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/2539244298094249379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/2539244298094249379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2008/08/another-dream.html' title='Another Dream'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-233171989785707263</id><published>2008-08-02T19:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T19:32:51.990+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Hearing voices</title><content type='html'>Don't worry we're fine, yeah what she said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I'm not going mad but I'm also too young for a midlife crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stuck in life, the past couple years have been stagnant for me with no real accomplishments to speak off and I think that's part of the problem, I'm not moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had considered moving to a new city and starting a fresh, Sophie is still at the age where I think we could move without much of a problem. But since my recent spat with mum she's cut off my allowance leaving me to pay my own bills which means I can't afford to move. I know you all have to pay your own way so I shouldn't moan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother moved us when I was 14 and in the middle of high school, I never really settled in and as a result put less effort into my school work. I would say I've never really forgiven her for the trouble that put me through but when I look back I did burn many bridges so staying would have created another set of problems anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one in my family know I feel this way and quite frankly I don't think I could talk to any of them about it. I did try once a few years ago when I had another problem and the support wasn't all that helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been pigging out more recently and have noticed my clothes are getting tight around the waist, but according to my doctor I'm still under weight so I'm not all that worried about that just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's another negative post about my life, I think that's why I haven't posted so much lately as I don't want to drag anyone along with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-233171989785707263?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/233171989785707263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=233171989785707263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/233171989785707263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/233171989785707263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2008/08/hearing-voices.html' title='Hearing voices'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-4765592626670831410</id><published>2008-06-21T23:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T00:00:45.796+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Something needs to change</title><content type='html'>I find myself in exactly the same position as last week and I feel very annoyed about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in my life needs to change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the phone woke me up, even more than that it was nearly lunch time, what annoyed me further was that I was still tired and wanted to go back to sleep. Although I do like a lay in it's not usually because I'm tired, I find laying in bed in the mornings helps me sort things through in my head, allows me to come up with different approaches for things I expect to happen that day, but lately my mind has been more concerned about going over past events, and showing me what ifs, perhaps it's my minds way of keeping us sane, luckily there's still only one of me that I'm aware of..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here, well laying would be more appropriate, after just watching a film with Chris Rock and I'm feeling pissed off, more at myself than anything else, but I'm finding it hard to put these feelings into words which is why I stopped blogging for a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to figure a way to rescue my princess from the evil clutches of the wicked witch, in other words how to get my seven year old daughter away from my mother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I was thinking about changing was my car, I had seen an slk which I thought looked nice, then after discussing it with my brother I came to the conclusion why the hell do I need a new car, I have a new car, although a few years old now. I think I was just looking at the convertible sporty option as my current car is a hard top family car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going round in circles here, today was a stressful day, and that's after sleeping for half of it. Nearly all the stress was caused by Rebecca, who else, I have considered telling her she's too much stress but none of us can help the way we feel about each other and I do get this warm fuzzy feeling when I'm with or talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-4765592626670831410?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/4765592626670831410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=4765592626670831410' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/4765592626670831410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/4765592626670831410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2008/06/something-needs-to-change.html' title='Something needs to change'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-3154336681504455639</id><published>2008-06-15T22:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:00:44.375+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened</title><content type='html'>I find myself sitting alone in a quiet apartment, almost dark apart from the lamp I have beside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how did I get here, well who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura is away on her travels, this means that Sophie has been staying with my mother, the idea was for her to come back here on weekends but when I came to pick her up on the Saturday I found that my mother had made plans and had taken her out. So since my last post in March I have seen very little of my daughter, until today I hadn't seen John or Katherine either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to this I have a new boss at work, we don't get on and it's taking a lot out of me trying to hold face with or sometimes against him, his boss doesn't seem to like him either but I've been refraining from criticising him since he's not done anything wrong. All this is making me tired and I seem to fall asleep as soon as I get home in the evenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To add yet another item to the list, Rebecca is back in my life and seasoned readers will remember how much stress she injects into my reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another stress point is that Emma's been away for a quite a while so I've not had anyone to bounce off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the work side I've mostly been cruising along quietly, apart from instances concerning the new boss, I've been letting my subordinates handle things that I should really be doing, this includes some new business we've picked up, I just know something is going to go horribly wrong and I'm going to come out worse for wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why come back to blogging now, well Emma's back so I've been able to vent some of my frustration to her (poor girl) which has helped, also today was my mum's birthday which meant a little family get together, Sophie wouldn't leave me alone which made me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason she's staying with my mother if your wondering is that mothers are free babysitters, but that means some concessions on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the untimely departure of &lt;a href="http://boydoeslife.blogspot.com/"&gt;Alex&lt;/a&gt; made me want to post a comment to his blog and since I was signed in I decided to swing back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I might keep this blogging thing going or it may shimmer away again, for those who know my email thanks for the messages, I'm not going anywhere just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-3154336681504455639?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/3154336681504455639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=3154336681504455639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/3154336681504455639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/3154336681504455639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-happened.html' title='What happened'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-4253943079388432416</id><published>2008-06-14T22:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:35:29.665+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Has it been that long</title><content type='html'>I'm still here, well of sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to figure life out and where I fit into the big picture&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-4253943079388432416?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/4253943079388432416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=4253943079388432416' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/4253943079388432416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/4253943079388432416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2008/06/has-it-been-that-long.html' title='Has it been that long'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-271844771728996067</id><published>2008-03-30T23:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T23:47:02.925+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack'/><title type='text'>Our friend Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/R_AX5MZDhVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-W9Ls9JPz8o/s1600-h/jack_harkness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183669442449737042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/R_AX5MZDhVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-W9Ls9JPz8o/s200/jack_harkness.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok the title may give you an idea about the post, yes it's about Jack, no not the one in the picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No he's not back in my life and I haven't heard from him since Emma's birthday back in November but I have heard about him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently Jack is involved with a girl, a kinda on/off relationship. The interesting thing about this relationship is that she's pregnant and Jack is the father but this is what's causing the on/off status as he's not too happy about being a father, at first this sounded strange as he was very playful with Sophie. The other interesting fact is that this girl is about 6 months pregnant which puts them together at the time he was trying to get into my knickers (&lt;em&gt;he did manage to get me out of them but he didn't get in them!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A funny point you may like, when Jack was around and I started to post about him I was watching the TV show 'Profiler' with Ally Walker and Julian McMahon (&lt;em&gt;who I actually think is cute&lt;/em&gt;) and I decided to use the name of the serial killer from that show, not that it in anyway had an effect on the way I viewed him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another point of cute guys I have lately been thinking John Barrowman is much cuter than when I first saw him on TV although my sister thinks this is related to him being gay and thus not available, you know want what you can't have idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-271844771728996067?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/271844771728996067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=271844771728996067' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/271844771728996067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/271844771728996067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2008/03/our-friend-jack.html' title='Our friend Jack'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/R_AX5MZDhVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-W9Ls9JPz8o/s72-c/jack_harkness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-4770077028526533852</id><published>2008-03-27T23:46:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T00:23:59.426Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breasts'/><title type='text'>Another flash of pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/R-w39cZDhUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/VkBC8M1Bb40/s1600-h/NippleSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182578799929427266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/R-w39cZDhUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/VkBC8M1Bb40/s200/NippleSmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately this time it happened to be my nipple, yes I have 2 but this only concerns one of them :)~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the guys approached me, and in all fairness he was quite embarrassed about it, he said that earlier in the day when I had lent over near his desk and he couldn't help but to look down my blouse he was surprised to actually see something, ie my breast and then my erect nipple. I had just come in from the cold outside, &lt;em&gt;are guy's nipples as sensitive to the cold?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I asked what he was doing looking down my top while I was leaning over. Apparently it's a guy thing, if a girl bends over in the presence of a guy they can't help but look down. I know guys look at our breasts when talking to us and such but it's funny that he describes it as a kind of reflex action which I never really noticed before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's a nice chap, bit shy, about the same age as me and we both started at the company around the same time. He's also been out drinking with me many times over the years so has already both my breasts so I'm not too concerned about a little nipple slip, but I will try and be a bit more careful as I would expect something like the following if it had been some of the other guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Morning meeting, "and yesterday we had an unannounced guest", everyone looks confused, "yes, it seems Jessica's breast made an appearance in the office, for those of you who missed it we will be making the security camera footage available" as all the guys cheer, "Jessica can we expect a repeat appearance?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for anyone wondering, I haven't taken my top off in a night club for quite some time now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing, I was trying not to laugh or smirk as he was telling my about my nipple as I could see it was having and affect on his lower anatomy. I'm not sure what embarrassed him more, telling me that he had seen my tit in the office or that he was getting hard while telling me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-4770077028526533852?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/4770077028526533852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=4770077028526533852' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/4770077028526533852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/4770077028526533852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-flash-of-pink.html' title='Another flash of pink'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/R-w39cZDhUI/AAAAAAAAAIo/VkBC8M1Bb40/s72-c/NippleSmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-6705328930866732563</id><published>2008-03-25T23:45:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:04:16.207Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter</title><content type='html'>A bit belated I know, but here's wishing you had a pleasant time, whether that was staying at home stuffing your face full of chocolate or taking a short break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed at home for the bank holiday and no I didn't go swimming so I couldn't perv at Courtney. On another note I persuaded my brother into buying her a necklace which went down rather well, by all accounts he had a special treat ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to easter. I, as always, did my shopping late which meant popping into Asda on the way home from mum's on Friday. After driving around the car park for ages I finally found a space, inside wasn't much better and the selection of chocolate eggs was sparse (not sure if that was due to it being so close to easter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did quite well on the receiving of chocolate, even got one from mum which is a rarity, luckily I got her one, this brought my total to 6. Although I haven't opened any yet so they may last a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-6705328930866732563?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/6705328930866732563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=6705328930866732563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6705328930866732563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6705328930866732563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-5722638646846099505</id><published>2008-03-19T23:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-20T00:07:36.813Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>A flash of pink</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I may have mentioned before that I'm a pink girl, the colour not the singer. I have a wide variety of items in pink, from clothing to all sorts of items you wouldn't think they do in pink!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier today my boss was reminded of my love for the colour. We had to attend an event, one of those corporate showcases. I usually get stuck with the boss for the day as I quite attractive (&lt;em&gt;modest I know&lt;/em&gt;) and if he gets stuck I actually know what's going on and can save his arse, although once people realise this they start talking to me and not him which is fun and it annoys him greatly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So being his escort for the day I had to travel with him and explain what the purpose of the event is and what to say and do, which is kind of pointless as he forgets most of it when we get out of the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/R-Gp1MZDhTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/f7weKZAnZ0Y/s1600-h/CherylTweedy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179607777777255730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/R-Gp1MZDhTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/f7weKZAnZ0Y/s200/CherylTweedy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the over paid executive managerial type that he is he insists of driving a sports car (&lt;em&gt;it's a BMW something or other&lt;/em&gt;) you might be getting an idea of where this is going (&lt;em&gt;or you looked at the picture already&lt;/em&gt;) so being the gentleman that he is &lt;em&gt;*cough cough*&lt;/em&gt; he opens the car door for me, unfortunately I wasn't very lady like getting out of the car and I flashed my pink underwear, he was more surprised by the colour than anything else as I was wearing a black suit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During random moments during the day he kept wanting to know if I was wearing a matching bra, he never did find out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-5722638646846099505?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/5722638646846099505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=5722638646846099505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5722638646846099505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5722638646846099505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2008/03/flash-of-pink.html' title='A flash of pink'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/R-Gp1MZDhTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/f7weKZAnZ0Y/s72-c/CherylTweedy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-3622024352526962200</id><published>2008-03-16T22:00:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:25:40.347Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='John'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shopping'/><title type='text'>Shopping for birthday gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/R92d_In3GBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8twGzMnP0aI/s1600-h/gifts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178468854517930002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/R92d_In3GBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8twGzMnP0aI/s200/gifts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok I know I like shopping but sometime this week I have to take my brother shopping for a birthday gift for his girlfriend. I somehow volunteered to do this last week, although I don't remember!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hardly know her but since we're both girls we have something in common, at least that's what my brother says. They have been dating for over a year now and the last present he bought her didn't go down too well, it was some kind of novelty item which he now has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went shopping with him for mothers day gifts, well he dragged me along as I wasn't going to get anything otherwise, so mothers day warranted a quick visit to our local Asda (&lt;em&gt;I'm usually a Salisbury's girl but he was driving&lt;/em&gt;), we both picked up pretty much the first item and cards we found. I would apologise for the lack of effort but hey I actually bought her something this time, last year Katherine bought something and put my name on it for me, &lt;em&gt;my siblings know me so well!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in Asda we tried one of those self service checkouts, what a major pain in the arse that was. It didn't like the barcode on some of the items so we had to enter the code and then it didn't like the items being in the bag so we had to take them out and after all that it didn't like the chip in my credit card and the assistant had to come over and help, I had to sign my name on this little computer screen which is a lot harder than it looks, modern bloody technology!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So back on topic, I'm trying to think what to buy, I think I'll call her Courtney. Suggestions welcome, I'm aiming for something nice but that at least looks like he could have bought it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie and I are joining the both of them in going swimming on the weekend, I'm hoping her arse looks as good out of those jeans as it does in them &lt;em&gt;**wink wink&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-3622024352526962200?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/3622024352526962200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=3622024352526962200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/3622024352526962200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/3622024352526962200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2008/03/shopping-for-birthday-gifts.html' title='Shopping for birthday gifts'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/R92d_In3GBI/AAAAAAAAAIY/8twGzMnP0aI/s72-c/gifts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-6871991818130324772</id><published>2008-03-09T22:42:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-09T23:20:33.294Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='piercing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Piercing's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/R9RrBXS3xgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VN8p7sW3TB0/s1600-h/piercing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175879542932751874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/R9RrBXS3xgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VN8p7sW3TB0/s200/piercing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sorry love you can't come in", bouncer at local night club&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"why?" me, highly embarrassed as only person in the group refused entry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"you have too many piercings" at first I thought he was joking but the look on his face told me he wasn't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily it was nothing compared to the look his boss gave him when the group I was with moved on and since our group was composed mostly of girls the large group of boys behind us in the queue followed suit. I do love my friends, admittedly mostly when drunk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the record I have 3 piercings, 1 in each ear and a navel piercing. I used to have a nose stud but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; had it in for quite a while now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And yes guys, even though it was cold on Friday my midriff was on show.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I found a nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blond&lt;/span&gt; to dance with in the club, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unfortunately&lt;/span&gt; that was as far as I got, oh well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-6871991818130324772?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/6871991818130324772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=6871991818130324772' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6871991818130324772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6871991818130324772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2008/03/piercings.html' title='Piercing&apos;s'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/R9RrBXS3xgI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/VN8p7sW3TB0/s72-c/piercing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-2385927270575341610</id><published>2008-03-05T21:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:04:23.282Z</updated><title type='text'>Live &amp; Kicking</title><content type='html'>I used to watch then when I was younger, although I don't remember seeing John Barrowman on it, but I've noticed that with other actors, go back and watch some of the older films from your youth and you might notice some A-list celeb's in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I'm still here and sorry for the recent lack of posts life sometimes gets busy, although my one complaint is that looking back since my last post I don't think anything has actually changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempest Fugit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-2385927270575341610?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/2385927270575341610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=2385927270575341610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/2385927270575341610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/2385927270575341610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2008/03/live-kicking.html' title='Live &amp; Kicking'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-7673307160380323506</id><published>2008-01-21T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:44:29.025Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><title type='text'>That thing you do</title><content type='html'>I wasn't expecting that question to cause such an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my mother is out and about with Sophie she has a habit of pointing out the guys she thinks are cute. It doesn't bother me that much and it's pretty obvious why she does it but sometimes it can get annoying, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; if I'm with them and it's been a long day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I decide to mention it, my intention was a simple request for her to tone it down a bit when I'm with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she took it the wrong way and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accused&lt;/span&gt; me of trying to dictate how she should behave around her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;granddaughter&lt;/span&gt;, that lead to a discussion with both of us raising our voices and ended with her saying she didn't want Sophie to end up like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm normally thick skinned and not sensitive to such remarks but I felt she meant that remark and it did make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was yesterday and I haven't spoken to her since!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-7673307160380323506?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/7673307160380323506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=7673307160380323506' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/7673307160380323506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/7673307160380323506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2008/01/that-thing-you-do.html' title='That thing you do'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-8148143338421469214</id><published>2008-01-15T23:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-15T23:35:14.448Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blu-ray'/><title type='text'>More crap with blu-ray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/technology/7187179.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/technology/7187179.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is another reason I hate these stupid format wars. It basically says if you have already bought a blu-ray player your screwed when it comes to new content!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"We needed to create momentum and get the players on the market. If we had postponed launch to add in the hardware for the latest features, we would not be in the situation we have today." Frank Simonis, Philips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In response to that comment I would want them to swap a player out for a new one as they are saying if it wasn't for the early adopters they wouldn't be in the position they are now, it sounds to me like they are ready to forget about the people who helped get them to the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can probably tell from the tone how much this stuff annoys me and I'm not even a tech savy person.&lt;br /&gt;Just to clarify I do not own a blu-ray or hd-dvd player and will not be purchasing one any time soon, in fact if it's possible I plan on waiting until the next format comes along and pushes these two formats aside, but if any prospective manufactures are reading this NO MORE FORMAT WARS FOR GOODNESS SAKE!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-8148143338421469214?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/8148143338421469214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=8148143338421469214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/8148143338421469214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/8148143338421469214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-crap-with-blu-ray.html' title='More crap with blu-ray'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-851579593983294773</id><published>2008-01-14T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-14T00:02:02.740Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monday'/><title type='text'>Bollocks</title><content type='html'>I'm sat here listing to my music and it's MONDAY already! dam these weekends go too quick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-851579593983294773?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/851579593983294773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=851579593983294773' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/851579593983294773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/851579593983294773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2008/01/bollocks.html' title='Bollocks'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-5723269437965376822</id><published>2008-01-03T21:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-03T21:43:07.666Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Blog</title><content type='html'>I guess this calls for a mini celebration as my first post &lt;a href="http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-this-all-about.html"&gt;What's this all about&lt;/a&gt; was posted on the 3rd January 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So what's it been like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is post #65. I made a flying start with 17 posts in January, over 4 per week, but have since settled to comfortable 1 per week average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also think I've made a nice little circle of blog friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A new year, new expectations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I find myself starting 2008 in much the same way as I started 2007 which disappoints me a little, I feel that I missed a few opportunities last year and hopefully won't again this year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one for new year resolutions but I have set my self a goal which I hope to accomplish by the end of the year, I'm not going to say what it was but will let you know how I get on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-5723269437965376822?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/5723269437965376822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=5723269437965376822' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5723269437965376822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5723269437965376822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-birthday-blog.html' title='Happy Birthday Blog'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-7477569260937085084</id><published>2007-12-30T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-30T20:33:47.182Z</updated><title type='text'>Season's Greetings</title><content type='html'>Merry christmas and a Happy New Year to everyone that stops by my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy time of year which explains the lack of posts, will hopefully get back into it in the new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rgs&lt;br /&gt;Jess.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-7477569260937085084?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/7477569260937085084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=7477569260937085084' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/7477569260937085084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/7477569260937085084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/12/seasons-greetings.html' title='Season&apos;s Greetings'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-2258275046793064209</id><published>2007-12-11T23:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T23:40:39.752Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex'/><title type='text'>Sharks</title><content type='html'>I had a strange nightmare last night which I felt like sharing as I'm not one who usually has nightmares and even after some 17 hours later I can still vividly remember it, even though the dream seems quite short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The setting itself was a little bizarre, it was a swimming pool inside an underground cave although the size of the pool was so large you could describe it as a lake except for the tiled walkway around the edge (&lt;em&gt;like a swimming pool&lt;/em&gt;). Everything started off ok, there were a large amount of people swimming in the pool including me, which is strange since I can't swim. Then it came time to get out, I decided that since the pool was empty I wanted to ride a jet ski and against other people's advice I did just that.&lt;br /&gt;This is where things take a turn for the worse, as I'm riding the jet ski I start to see sharks in the water, at first they don't bother me but then their numbers start to increase to a point where there are hundreds if not thousands of them and there is very little water left for me. I start to panic and the sharks start to take an interest in me, I notice that I'm getting close to the far edge of the pool but the edge isn't big enough to stand on. I then see a slipway adjacent to where I am and quickly head for it, I don't slow down as I approach the ramp and launch the jet ski out of the water, once safely on dry land I walk calmly to the exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird or what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, I managed to get me some on the weekend (&lt;em&gt;I'm referring to sex here&lt;/em&gt;) and no it wasn't with Jack, I haven't heard from him since the incident in the bedroom, it was with a lovely brunette who's about 24 with a gorgeous arse.... I won't bore you with the rest of the details &lt;em&gt;*wink wink*&lt;/em&gt; but suffice to say I hadn't forgot how it works and can officially say I'm still a lesbian, yay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-2258275046793064209?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/2258275046793064209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=2258275046793064209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/2258275046793064209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/2258275046793064209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/12/sharks.html' title='Sharks'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-6356841665244780736</id><published>2007-12-06T22:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T23:25:04.766Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Angel'/><title type='text'>"Let's go to work."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I didn't want to make a 3rd post in a row about facebook, but thanks to the overwhelming anger from the general public the guys at fb have realised their stupidity about the beacon saga and have now given us a complete opt-out (I'm not happy that they didn't go the full hog and make it opt-in), you'll find the new option under external websites in your privacy settings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I truly hope this is the last post I make on the subject!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/R1iEwhSrueI/AAAAAAAAAIE/J3CEbX_A89U/s1600-h/angel_cast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141004943748741602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/R1iEwhSrueI/AAAAAAAAAIE/J3CEbX_A89U/s200/angel_cast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so the title "Let's go to work." are the final words spoken in a television series I've come to enjoy and was thus the inspiration for my recent fancy dress costume. What am I talking about? well it can be the one and only Angel, the vampire with a soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't much of a buffy fan and only started watching Angel by chance, it may seem ironic to some of you that I prefer the series about the guy rather than the one about the girl but I found the whole angel package more entertaining. I'm referring to the writing, acting, plot and overall performance not David Boreanaz's package, although I do admit he's rather cute I think Amy Acker is more my type especially in the Illyria get-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know the series was cancelled in 2004 but this is the first time I've seen the whole run, thanks to Sci-Fi although they sometimes make a mess of the broadcast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I did shed a tear as the episode drew to a close, a combination of the story content and the knowledge that this was the end, I think the story continues in a comic form but I think I'll stick with the televised ending.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel strange, sad in a way, but it's more strange. I've watched the story and now it's over life goes on, work tomorrow will be no different than today but I feel different. That may sound stupid as it's just a TV show but watching the show daily for the past 6 months I feel a gap now exists. I find it funny the impact these characters have on our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must be getting soppy in my old age! I have a birthday coming up and I've just realised I started this blog back in January.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-6356841665244780736?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/6356841665244780736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=6356841665244780736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6356841665244780736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6356841665244780736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/12/lets-go-to-work.html' title='&quot;Let&apos;s go to work.&quot;'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/R1iEwhSrueI/AAAAAAAAAIE/J3CEbX_A89U/s72-c/angel_cast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-8128116283325810672</id><published>2007-12-02T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-02T22:18:25.792Z</updated><title type='text'>#@*%$!£+ facebook</title><content type='html'>Before I go on I would like to point out yet another reason I hate social networking sites. As you will be aware from my previous post I have after much reluctance signed up to facebook, well can you imagine how pissed off I was upon reading the news about their advertising practices. Imagine buying an item online, whether it's embarrassing or not, only to then find out facebook has informed everyone. Even after the changes they have made it's still an opt-out system, some of you might like the idea and that's fine, you may say that I have the option to opt-out but why should I have to, even then you opt-out for each site that uses this program. Luckily I haven't been caught out, but if I ever do I will stop using both facebook and the store that informed it what I bought, if anyone from facebook or companies planning to use it is reading is that enough incentive to make it opt-in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/technology/7120916.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/technology/7120916.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies to the normal inhabitants of this planet but that really rattled my cage, I was going to continue with my activities for the weekend but I'm not in the mood anymore and need to calm down as I'm now very pissed off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-8128116283325810672?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/8128116283325810672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=8128116283325810672' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/8128116283325810672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/8128116283325810672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/12/facebook.html' title='#@*%$!£+ facebook'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-6081893389000544664</id><published>2007-11-27T22:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-27T22:46:20.272Z</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>I knew there was a reason I hadn't created a facebook profile, but a few months ago I gave into pressure seeing how friends and family are on there, I can't give you the link as it's me not Jessica ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I logged on today to find 50 requests waiting for me, things such as zombies, vampires, werewolves etc. God I had this social networking crap! &lt;em&gt;(blogging excluded)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I still haven't heard from Jack since the drunken bedroom incident, not that I'm complaining.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-6081893389000544664?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/6081893389000544664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=6081893389000544664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6081893389000544664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6081893389000544664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/11/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-7705665656167354627</id><published>2007-11-20T22:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-20T22:21:39.979Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack'/><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>Now that I've written down what happened with Jack on Emma's birthday it's got me slightly annoyed at how quickly he got me naked and tried to get me into bed while I was drunk.&lt;br /&gt;He hasn't attempted to contact me since but I'm not sure if that means he might be feeling guilty or if he's following some kind of guy dating rules by not calling for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at moment he's falling out of favour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-7705665656167354627?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/7705665656167354627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=7705665656167354627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/7705665656167354627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/7705665656167354627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/11/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-6668853482138602797</id><published>2007-11-17T23:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-17T23:11:07.107Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vampire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><title type='text'>Events of the past weeks</title><content type='html'>Well since it's been a couple of weeks since my last post I thought I would put it all into one post.&lt;br /&gt;Ok so first of all it was my best friends birthday, I haven't mentioned her in this blog but she's my confidant and is the only person who knows me who knows about this blog, I'll call her Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Emma knows all about Jack, although she's never met him (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well that's what we both thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;), going out for a drink with her and some friends Emma's cousin turns up, it turns out that her cousin is the one and only Jack! after some frantic hand signals from across the room she finally figures that out, it also suddenly dawns on me that Jack thinks we're dating but everyone else present (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well the one's I know since we're in a night club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) knows he's not exactly my type, shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stay out of sight while he gets introduced to the crowd, Emma guides him around to where I'm hiding and being the little minx she is she introduces us to each other as Jack and Jessica before quickly apologising and using our real names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't let on that he knows me until Emma leaves us, I asked why he didn't say anything and his reply was that he wasn't sure if I had told anyone about him, I said there was nothing to tell, he's just another guy I know. The conversation went on for a bit when I asked if there had been between us why he thought I wouldn't have told anyone, he leans in and whispers in my ear "&lt;em&gt;because you haven't told me your a lesbian yet&lt;/em&gt;", the bastard knew, all this time and he knew, apparently my mother told him at the wedding before he was introduced to me, damn the interfering cow, I don't know why but I was more angry with her than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried not to speak with him much to at least give him the impression I was mad with him. When the club shut a small group of us moved onto another club which was open for several more hours, people started to disperse as the evening went on until there was 5 of our group left, Emma, Jack, myself and another guy and girl who were busy with each other. Emma and me went onto the dance floor and were happily dancing together until we started getting swamped by loads of guys wanting us to make out on the dance floor, we kissed with a little tongue hoping it would shut them up but it only exasperated the situation and it was down to Jack to rescue us, our group usually has a few large guys who look after the girls in situations like that but they weren't with us tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a short break at the bar I returned to the bar but this time taking Jack and leaving Emma at the bar since she didn't want a repeat what just happened. I remember thinking that he was going to kiss me just like he had done on all the other occasions he had kissed me without asking. I'm not sure if I was just thinking about it too much or if I was simply drunk but when he moved closer to me I kissed him first, well he kissed back and yes ok I admit this guy has an affect on me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 5 of us ended up back at Emma's place, luckily her husband had gone to see his parents for the weekend and had taken their son with him. There were a few more drinks to be had before we decided to get some sleep, Emma had said I could sleep in her son's room. I used the bathroom and went into his room to find Jack half dressed, I was just about to throw him out when he kissed me and all sense of me wanting him to leave left instead, a zipper and two shoulder straps later and my dress was on the floor, a moment later and he'd unclasped my bra, a short while after that and my knickers were around my ankles, he dropped his trousers and at that moment I heard the other couple going hard at it in the next room and I burst out laughing, I think it bruised his ego until he realised what I was laughing at. It was enough for me to realise that I didn't want to continue, he was a bit pissed until I said that if sex was all he wanted he could f* off right then, he calmed down and suggested we get some sleep, I put my knickers back on and climbed into the &lt;em&gt;single&lt;/em&gt; bed with him and fell asleep with his arm around me. He was still asleep when I left in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I'm confused with the situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ok next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next on the agenda was Sophie's birthday, what did she want? shopping and a sleep over with her friends, I agreed to her having 5 friends staying over, so 8 turn up and of course you can't turn them away when their mothers are thanking your for having their little angel for the night so they and their husbands can get upto whatever it is they haven't gotten upto since the little angel was born. Taking 9 6/7 year old's shopping without re-enforcements is not a good idea, a minute into the toy shop and I lost all of them, of course me looking for them only made it more fun for them to hide from me, so I waited at the tills and they eventually they all turned up with their chosen items which muggins here was paying for! The rest of the evening was relatively trouble free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Ok next!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/Rz9yTRHdAMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-8h5IHTatOg/s1600-h/vampire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133947775563399362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/Rz9yTRHdAMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-8h5IHTatOg/s200/vampire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Children in Need and our company had agreed for us all to wear fancy dress for the day. Luckily we have a costume department and me being someone of importance (&lt;em&gt;yeah right&lt;/em&gt;) I also managed to get some time in hair and makeup, my chosen costume was Gothic Vampiress with all the trimmings (&lt;em&gt;a little bit like the picture&lt;/em&gt;) and we raised loads of money in the process which was the main point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-6668853482138602797?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/6668853482138602797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=6668853482138602797' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6668853482138602797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6668853482138602797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/11/events-of-past-weeks.html' title='Events of the past weeks'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/Rz9yTRHdAMI/AAAAAAAAAH8/-8h5IHTatOg/s72-c/vampire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-5272688447803378197</id><published>2007-11-05T22:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-05T22:17:06.975Z</updated><title type='text'>Thinking back</title><content type='html'>Doesn't time fly, I hadn't realised it had been so long since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been rather quiet so far for me, I dressed up as a witch to go trick or treating and I attended a company social event where nothing worth mentioning happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't seen Jack in the last two weeks although we've been texting back and forth, he's still as flirtatious as ever and I'm, well I'm not sure what at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the situation has made me think back to high school. I had a crush on a boy in the primary school and we started seeing each other when we moved up to high school, I say seeing and not dating since we didn't actually see each other outside of school, but we spent some time kissing in various areas of the school where no one would find you.&lt;br /&gt;I'd already started having strange feeling about other girls and no more so than while getting changed for gym practice, but that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;He moved away at the end of the 9th year and being the age we were we didn't think to keep in touch, it wasn't until after he left that I decided to pursue these feelings I had been getting about girls.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wonder what would have happened if he had stayed around and I had been content with that relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-5272688447803378197?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/5272688447803378197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=5272688447803378197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5272688447803378197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5272688447803378197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/11/thinking-back.html' title='Thinking back'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-2707880093890041472</id><published>2007-10-24T21:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:01:54.550+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Richard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><title type='text'>Dreams of happy familes</title><content type='html'>Only a short one coz I got a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a strange dream last night. It was a happy family sort of dream, not much was different except Sophie's father was living with us, I'll call him Richard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what made me think of him since I haven't seen him in 7 years, we stopped talking once he found out I was pregnant, might have something to do with the fact he was engaged and it wasn't to me. He hung up on me after I told him, he didn't let me say that I wasn't expecting him to split up with his fiancee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left his name off the birth certificate, something which pissed my mother off as I wouldn't tell her who he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 19 when I got pregnant, there was a party at his house and I got very drunk, he joined in while I was having some fun with another girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-2707880093890041472?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/2707880093890041472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=2707880093890041472' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/2707880093890041472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/2707880093890041472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/10/dreams-of-happy-familes.html' title='Dreams of happy familes'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-476794064204104446</id><published>2007-10-20T19:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T20:04:16.730+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack'/><title type='text'>Avoiding the issue</title><content type='html'>I intended to post earlier in the week but didn't get enough time. I did however manage to watch the wedding dvd, I hate watching myself on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so onto the main event.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have been following what's going on recently regarding a certain someone of the male species I apologise for my constant complaints about his behaviour towards me and your right that I haven't done anything to dissuade him either.&lt;br /&gt;If I'm honest then I would say that the underlying factor behind my complaints is quite simple, he's a guy and I'm a lesbian and want to continue to be so, but in fact I do actually enjoy the attention he's been giving me recently. I'm not sure if I like him or just the attention after all the problems I had with Rebbecca and I was doing all the chasing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't told him about my sexual preference because at the moment I assume that he just thinks I'm a girl who may or may not be interested in him. If I tell him then I'm either telling him that I'm not interested and for him to back off or I'm telling him I am interested and for him to continue with full valour. It's not that I enjoy him not knowing it's just I feel that is the more comfortable of situations at the moment. To use a more simple analogy I'm currently on amber and don't want to move to red or green just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did want to see me this weekend but I told him I was busy, which I am, but at least I was able to tell him that without inviting him along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: Come on Lewis Hamilton, you can do it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-476794064204104446?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/476794064204104446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=476794064204104446' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/476794064204104446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/476794064204104446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/10/avoiding-issue.html' title='Avoiding the issue'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-3309626100805170748</id><published>2007-10-13T22:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T01:01:47.471+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shadow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kitten'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sophie'/><title type='text'>Day of leisure - supposedly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RxFZtvDgLqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vbTArCasM-E/s1600-h/invisible-swimming-pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120972893557108386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RxFZtvDgLqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vbTArCasM-E/s200/invisible-swimming-pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things didn't quite go as planned! so where to start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;About 3 months ago Katherine's cat had kittens and being the warm loving person that I am I offered to home one of them as the landlord here is only strict about bigger animals. So I get home from work on Friday to find the new flatmate had moved in, lucky it's been house trained, Katherine was also kind enough to bring a few supplies (&lt;em&gt;but I find out later that I paid for them&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a male cat nearly all black with a few small white patches, it's been named Shadow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on Friday evening I get a call from you know who, he wants to know if I have plans for Saturday so I explain that I already have plans and the conversation continues. I'm not sure how it happened, either I invited him or he invited himself but the result is that he will be joining us on Saturday. I'm usually quite assertive, what is it with this guy, arrrrrrrgh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway I wake up this morning with a kitten laying beside me purring, it didn't take the thing long to figure out that I'm it's only source of food, well for this weekend anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sophie's also up nice and early even though I've explained god knows how many times that it doesn't open until 10am. I had considered going out early to get a 1 piece swimsuit as I'm not entirely comfortable with Jack seeing me a bikini but then I decide that since countless people have already seen me in it one more isn't going to hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I explained to Sophie in the car that we're going to be joined by someone else, she's not as concerned as I expected, she's usually not very happy about people taking my attention away from her but on this occasion she's fine with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We meet Jack outside, he got the bus down which makes me think he's planning on going back to mine later. We quickly join the queue as a coach pulls up, there's a lot of people around so I'm expecting the pool to be busy. As we get closer to the booth Jack mentions about a family ticket (&lt;em&gt;2 adults and 1-2 children&lt;/em&gt;) which includes a free children's meal, I tell him to just worry about himself but it's too late he's bought one. Once inside there's another desk where you get your locker keys and a towel (&lt;em&gt;for a deposit&lt;/em&gt;), unfortunately one family ticket means one locker key and not only that it's in the family changing room, I manage to convince him of the virtues of using separate cubicles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RxFZt_DgLrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/urkUZtVHEv4/s1600-h/SharkInPool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120972897852075698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RxFZt_DgLrI/AAAAAAAAAH0/urkUZtVHEv4/s200/SharkInPool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's waiting for us by the lockers and we head off towards the pool. As soon as we emerge from the changing rooms I'm instantly recognised, a group of Sophie's friends are in the pool with their mothers, I don't think they are aware of my sexual preference so have probably already jumped to the wrong conclusion, arrrrrrrgh! . Sophie immediately goes to join her friends which leaves me with Jack and a group of women anxiously waiting for me to introduce him, what's more they're all wearing swimsuits so I'm the odd one out in the bikini, arrrrrrrgh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first thing one of the women says before I have a chance to speak "Sophie never said her father was so handsome" arrrrrrrgh! Jack's quicker off the mark than me and puts them right but also suggests that we're dating, arrrrrrrgh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We leave the group by the kiddies pool and walk towards the main pool which is quieter than I had expected, Jack attempts to push me in until I state that I would cut off part of his manhood since I can't swim. He jumps in while I gracefully use the steps like a lady ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RxFZtvDgLpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DUjrBTW8kgs/s1600-h/couple-in-pool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120972893557108370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RxFZtvDgLpI/AAAAAAAAAHk/DUjrBTW8kgs/s200/couple-in-pool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spend the next half hour keeping Jack at bay while keeping an eye on Sophie, although there is a group of mothers and a lifeguard who could help if she had a problem. He finally wins in his attempt to pull me into deeper water which means I have to put my arms around him to hold myself above the water, although I'm sure he already considered that, arrrrrrrgh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On getting out the pool Jack gets all our stuff out the locker, in the cubicle I turn to him to ask him to leave so we can change but he's already naked and looking for his boxers, I quickly turn back before he sees me and I notice that I'm blushing. He gets dressed and says he'll meet us outside, I try not to look at him since my face is still quite red, something Sophie takes great delight in pointing out once he's gone, then she says that the boys in her class aren't as big as Jack which I immediately bite on before I realise she's playing me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To fast forward a bit, once leaving the pool we eat before going bowling which I win, yay :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We don't go to the cinema in the end and instead come back here, with Jack still in tow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in the apartment we've lost Shadow, I let them two look for him while I sit down, only to be pounced on by aforementioned kitten, with it's claws out the kitten manages to draw blood, luckily it's confined to my shoulder blade, Jack offers medical assistance but I have to take my shirt and bra off for him to do so properly. arrrrrrrgh! His hands are cold which make my nipples react, not that he can see since I've got my arms crossed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not exactly sure what happened next as I think I drifted off into a day dream. Sophie's voice snaps me back into reality. I'm leaning back with my arms beside me while Jack is kissing my neck while fondling my breasts. arrrrrrrgh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sort Sophie out and decide I need to kick Jack out, he wants to stay so he can finish what he started, I tell him I'm kicking he out so he can't finish what he started. He pulls me close and starts kissing me, I can feel the day dream state returning but manage to snap back and I push him out and shut the door, much to his amusement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think all I've managed to do is encourage him, arrrrrrrgh! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can probably see the day didn't go as I had planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Free t-shirt to the person who can guess how many arrrrrrrgh!'s I used. &lt;- Joking!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-3309626100805170748?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/3309626100805170748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=3309626100805170748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/3309626100805170748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/3309626100805170748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/10/day-of-leisure-supposedly.html' title='Day of leisure - supposedly'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RxFZtvDgLqI/AAAAAAAAAHs/vbTArCasM-E/s72-c/invisible-swimming-pool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-1816974179045609355</id><published>2007-10-11T23:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T23:45:38.789+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid week update</title><content type='html'>Does Thursday count as mid week?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm looking forward to the weekend, Laura is going away with which ever love interest she's currently involved in and I have no work to do so it's just me an Sophie, yay :)&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since it's just been the two of us so I think it will be good. I'm thinking of taking her to a local leisure complex (&lt;em&gt;swimming, bowling, cinema &amp;amp; food&lt;/em&gt;) on Saturday for a bit of fun, I can't actually swim but I do enjoy time in the pool and no I don't wear armbands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should also get stuck into another book, it's been a while since I finished the last one and quite enjoyed it, although spending too long reading made my eyes hurt, perhaps I need glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so that's my mid week update, thanks for tuning into channel Jessica, next the weather ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-1816974179045609355?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/1816974179045609355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=1816974179045609355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/1816974179045609355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/1816974179045609355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/10/mid-week-update.html' title='Mid week update'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-2244483838759864835</id><published>2007-10-06T18:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T20:11:24.835+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Free food</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwfcIfDgLnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-k9JirKkwDw/s1600-h/melbourneracingclub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118301539863113330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwfcIfDgLnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-k9JirKkwDw/s200/melbourneracingclub.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on Friday afternoon I get a call from Jack. He said that he's going out for a meal with some friends in the evening, apparently one of the friends can't go, he did tell me why but I've forgotten. He asked if I would like to go , my reply was "umm..." so he continued that the meal had already been paid for in advance so I would only have to pay for any drinks I had. The fact that I had to pay for my own drinks was a relief that he wasn't trying to ask me out on a date. He told me the name of the restaurant, I've been there before and it's a very nice place, so I told him I'd have to check if my sister would be home to look after Sophie and agreed to call him back in about an hour's time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laura has been out every Friday night for the past 6 weeks so I didn't expect that night to be any different, I wasn't sure if I wanted to go out but would have rather had a valid excuse not to go than try and fake it. So I called Laura and said a friend had asked me to join them, I didn't mention it was Jack, unfortunately she had no plans and was more than happy to stay in with Sophie, they like to have a girlie night together sometimes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I left it an hour and a half before calling Jack, I now had his number since he called me. I told him that I was available that evening, I could hear him grinning down the phone as he told me he was meeting his friends in a bar near the restaurant about 8:30, I began regretting the decision to go even before I hung up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of work I got home late at about 7. I was already stressing as that only left me about an hour and a half to get ready and that's not long for a girl, I had planned to be fashionably late and meet them at 8:45 seeing as it would only take about 15 minutes to get to the restaurant from my place. To my surprise I found clothes and the rest of my stuff already laid out on my bed, knowing I would be stressed about getting home late Laura and Sophie had gone through the trouble getting my stuff ready, which kind of made me a little guilty as I've never done that for Laura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I climbed into a nice warm bath that was being prepared as I entered the apartment, I lay there and almost fell asleep until Sophie joined me, although I bathe her regularly it's been a while since we've both been in the bath together so it was a nice fun 5 minutes, and we managed to get Laura in the bath too but she was fully dressed at the time, since I was going out I didn't have to clean up either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwfcVfDgLoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/npgpDhoU9L4/s1600-h/Jovani-10855-red-dress_jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118301763201412738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwfcVfDgLoI/AAAAAAAAAHc/npgpDhoU9L4/s200/Jovani-10855-red-dress_jpg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The girls had done a good job and had decided on a red theme for me that evening, they picked out a lovely red dress which I hadn't worn in ages but it still fits! with matching underwear &lt;em&gt;(which I wasn't planning on letting anyone see)&lt;/em&gt; and a pair of burgundy high heels which went well with the dress, they had also picked out lipstick, makeup and jewelry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laura gave me a lift so I only had to walk a short distance to the bar. Seeing everyone else that night I suddenly had a feeling that I was somewhat over dressed but that changed once I met Jack and his friends as they were equally dressed up. There was 6 of us in total, it wasn't anyone I recognised from the reception but they seemed like couples and were slightly confused when I mentioned I was subbing at the last minute for someone else, which if I was a paranoid person would lead me to believe there was no other person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The meal was lovely, I had a prawn cocktail for starts with scampi salad for main course followed by a beautiful chocolate eclair. The guys disappeared when the coffee arrived, I think they went to pay the bill as I didn't end up paying for any of the drinks I had. The girls were unusually quiet while the guys were away leading me to believe that had been told not to interrogate me, they did ask about the wedding as the way Jack had explained how I became the brides daughter for the day had confused them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the meal we went back to the bar we had been in earlier for a few more drinks, it was a lot busier than before. Jack walked me to the taxi rank and kissed me on the cheek before I got in. I got home about 1am to find Laura and Sophie asleep together on the sofa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I also managed to somehow scratch the screen of my mobile phone, well 3 scratches, dam things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-2244483838759864835?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/2244483838759864835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=2244483838759864835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/2244483838759864835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/2244483838759864835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/10/free-food.html' title='Free food'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwfcIfDgLnI/AAAAAAAAAHU/-k9JirKkwDw/s72-c/melbourneracingclub.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-6354588781087894424</id><published>2007-10-04T21:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T21:48:07.889+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid Blokes'/><title type='text'>Close call</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwVQRPDgLmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8_SGHiBl2Kc/s1600-h/rts105_g.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117584808605658722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwVQRPDgLmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8_SGHiBl2Kc/s200/rts105_g.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwVQKPDgLlI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Per9RLtsU3U/s1600-h/rts352_g.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117584688346574418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwVQKPDgLlI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Per9RLtsU3U/s200/rts352_g.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The image to the right was the sign facing me as I attempted to drive through one of those stupid road narrowing's this morning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The image to the left was the sign facing the bloke coming the other way, unfortunately we met in the middle but luckily we avoided hitting each other. Since there was no accident I didn't see any point in stopping to discuss the matter, I didn't look to see if he felt the same, but which of us do you think was in the wrong?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-6354588781087894424?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/6354588781087894424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=6354588781087894424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6354588781087894424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6354588781087894424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/10/close-call.html' title='Close call'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwVQRPDgLmI/AAAAAAAAAHM/8_SGHiBl2Kc/s72-c/rts105_g.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-3562857576435267092</id><published>2007-10-03T19:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T19:41:20.335+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams'/><title type='text'>Nightmares</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwPh1fDgLkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lxa43I41QSs/s1600-h/nightmare-on-elm-street-freddy-headshot-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117181910608522818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwPh1fDgLkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lxa43I41QSs/s200/nightmare-on-elm-street-freddy-headshot-small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had the strangest of dreams last night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was running through a large house in the dark trying to scream because something was chasing me, only no sound was coming out my mouth and I was struggling to breath. I can only remember the last bits before I woke up, I opened my eyes and for a moment the last image of the dream and the sight before me blurred into the same image.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I ended up being late for work!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edit: I just noticed this is my 50th blog entry...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-3562857576435267092?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/3562857576435267092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=3562857576435267092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/3562857576435267092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/3562857576435267092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/10/nightmares.html' title='Nightmares'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwPh1fDgLkI/AAAAAAAAAG8/lxa43I41QSs/s72-c/nightmare-on-elm-street-freddy-headshot-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-6337646321846939461</id><published>2007-10-02T20:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:49:58.941+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jack'/><title type='text'>Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwK69vDgLiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_7-yZVwapEY/s1600-h/1765hza4s22cnv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116857696412249634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwK69vDgLiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_7-yZVwapEY/s200/1765hza4s22cnv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here comes the conversation I hadn't been looking forward to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had barely set foot inside my mothers house before she asked how I got on with the handsome young fellow, who I'll refer to now on as Jack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying not to get drawn in I ask who she's referring to, she narrows it down the the guy I left the wedding party with. Now when I don't want to get into a conversation like that with mum I usually throw a few crude remarks in &lt;em&gt;(which she doesn't like)&lt;/em&gt;, it usually has the desired effect of making her change the subject. So I ask if Jack's the brother of the gorgeous red head with the nice boobs I was chatting to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway the conversation continues for a bit and I finally own up to remembering the guy she's talking about. This is where she tells me a few more facts about Jack which gets me thinking how does she know, apparently she was talking to his mother at the party. Then a thought hits me, since she knows a few things about him what has she told his mother about me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I didn't lie, I said that your a single mother who may be looking for a partner".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok she didn't lie I gave her that, but she wasn't entirely truthful either, she neglected to mention that said partner would be lacking a Y chromosome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling like I'm winning the argument &lt;em&gt;(well conversation anyway)&lt;/em&gt; she mentions that Sophie got along great Jack. I'm starting to get a bit paranoid here! It seems my daughter had been introduced to Jack shortly before he was introduced to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwK7FPDgLjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ys-xV6Gc6MM/s1600-h/couple_closeup452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116857825261268530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwK7FPDgLjI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Ys-xV6Gc6MM/s200/couple_closeup452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before I can give her hell she starts showing me photos from the wedding. She skipped through them quite quickly as there was one in particular she wanted to show me, it was a picture of Jack and me dancing, only I'm resting my head on his shoulder which I don't remember.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The photos get put away and just when I thought I was safe she asks...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So what did Jack say when you told him you prefer the company of women?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bugger, I hadn't told him and she knew, otherwise she wouldn't have asked. I had just spent the last hour or so complaining about her trying to set me up and when it came down to the wire I had forgot to tell the guy he wasn't my type.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I had a brain storm, there had been 8 of us out that night so I told her that in the small amount of time I had spent talking to him the subject of me being a lesbian hadn't come up and in fact whether or not he was gay hadn't entered into the topic either &lt;em&gt;(so there!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although if I'm honest I think that's 1-0 to mother (dam the woman!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-6337646321846939461?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/6337646321846939461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=6337646321846939461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6337646321846939461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6337646321846939461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/10/mother.html' title='Mother'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwK69vDgLiI/AAAAAAAAAGs/_7-yZVwapEY/s72-c/1765hza4s22cnv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-4349029901034495858</id><published>2007-09-30T22:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:40:51.387+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dress'/><title type='text'>Wedding weekend</title><content type='html'>Well the wedding went off without a hitch, pardon the pun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwAlNfDgLhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/reYI1JTwb5g/s1600-h/wedding-smart-bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116130090297601554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwAlNfDgLhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/reYI1JTwb5g/s200/wedding-smart-bride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3 of us turned into the 8 of us as the 3 kids plus my brother and his girlfriend were roped into helping, I was the unintentional cause of problems in Friday as when I tried on my bridesmaid dress it didn't fit. it seems I've lost weight since I was fitted for the dress and it had to be taken in, but that was a last resort, my mothers preferred option was putting a padded bra, she couldn't seem to grasp that my chest wasn't the problem but my waist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you have to do as mother says even when you know it won't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They made some alterations to the dress and to every one's relief it fit, it wasn't &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwAkX_DgLfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SHhatOc149I/s1600-h/WeddingDress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116129171174600178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwAkX_DgLfI/AAAAAAAAAGU/SHhatOc149I/s200/WeddingDress.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the most comfortable of things but then I thought I would only be wearing it for a couple of hours &lt;em&gt;(I ended up wearing it for 14 hours!)&lt;/em&gt;. So I'm wearing this dress which now fits and Sophie decides to have a tantrum and hurls her drink at me for not giving her enough attention, everyone stood in amazement as we watched in slow motion this plastic cup filled with blackcurrant juice heading right towards me, then at the last minute mum steps into the path of the flying cup and gets plastered and luckily not a drop on me. I couldn't see the look on her face but it was enough to frighten Sophie into running out the room with Laura being commanded to look after her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie apologised when I saw her later and has behaved ever since, Laura had obviously done a good job of tell her off. I must admit that she looked like an angel walking down the aisle behind the bride with Katherine's boys on either side, I think they were given special orders to give her enough attention to keep her quiet, a trait she gets from me according to my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day and the following party went very well. Since I'm the middle daughter the role of given a speech fell on Katherine which went down rather well, the groom's speech was funny and he mentioned that when he met his bride to be she didn't have any children but he was surprised when she turned up at the church with 4 kids and 3 grand kids. There were a few drunken speeches but they were soon forgotten and the party continued. I was seconded to the dance floor by a handsome young fellow from the groom's side, much to the amazement of my mother who nearly fainted at the sight, unfortunately she has plenty of photographs to prove it happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I heard the buffet was open everyone in the venue and probably even those passing by had queued up, although I managed to follow the bride as the crowd parted to let us get some food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped tidy up at the end of the evening before being invited by young handsome fellow to join him and a few others going to a nightclub. I'm not sure what shocked my mother the most, the fact I was leaving on the arm of a guy or that I was wearing this expensive dress to a nightclub. I only stayed for about an hour as the dress was really starting to get uncomfortable, the guy was very charming and even got my mobile number out of me, I usually give them Laura's and they don't notice if she meets them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwAkdfDgLgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VV06zJrrqVc/s1600-h/woman_thinking2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116129265663880706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwAkdfDgLgI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VV06zJrrqVc/s200/woman_thinking2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until I got up this morning that I realised I hadn't told him that he wasn't exactly my type, it's usually the first thing I tell a guy who starts hitting on me, could I have just simple forgotten to bring it up?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-4349029901034495858?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/4349029901034495858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=4349029901034495858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/4349029901034495858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/4349029901034495858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/09/wedding-weekend.html' title='Wedding weekend'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RwAlNfDgLhI/AAAAAAAAAGk/reYI1JTwb5g/s72-c/wedding-smart-bride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-1586741544799571694</id><published>2007-09-25T19:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:29:56.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It's not fair that I have breasts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RvlvnfDgLdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9RHctm03_9c/s1600-h/breasts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114241575997681106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RvlvnfDgLdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9RHctm03_9c/s200/breasts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that was the comment a friend said to me at a house warming party on the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my friends has bought a house with his fiancée and they had a house warming party on the weekend. I wasn't drinking because I was driving and I wasn't in the mood of alcohol but this led to several people thinking I was pregnant, I had to remind them of my sexual preference but now I keep thinking I'm getting fat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily my fears of getting fat are subdued by the fact that I had to borrow a dress from Laura and she's smaller than me, I was pleasantly surprised that the dress fit perfectly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so back to the headline, A few of us (about 8) retreated to another room to watch sport on the telle. I was the only female in the room and ended up sitting in the middle. All of a sudden the subject of conversation changed to women and how all the guys were wearing pretty much the same outfits but that each women was different, and then came the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You know it's not fair, you having breasts I mean!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you respond to that !! ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note my mum's best friend is getting married this weekend and since she doesn't have any children she's adopting the 3 of us for the day, I'm not quite sure what I have to do yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-1586741544799571694?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/1586741544799571694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=1586741544799571694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/1586741544799571694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/1586741544799571694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-not-fair-that-i-have-breasts.html' title='It&apos;s not fair that I have breasts!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RvlvnfDgLdI/AAAAAAAAAGE/9RHctm03_9c/s72-c/breasts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-5246628230064450475</id><published>2007-09-13T22:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T22:59:24.641+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Reality</title><content type='html'>I've decided not to post specifics about the recent events even though they have had quite a large effect on me. I hope I've made a few friends on this blog and I feel bad by not letting you into this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The incident has been swept aside and no official records now exist, as far as everyone else is concerned nothing happened and life goes on. But something did happen and I'm having a hard time fitting back into life as if it didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The events of recent have given me a different outlook on life and how I fit into it as well as an insight into a few other people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember as a kid playing on a cruise ship with my siblings and a few friends we made, we had fun and didn't much care about where we were or what we were doing. Then something stupid happens and you realise your a long way from home and suddenly want to get off.&lt;br /&gt;I feel that way now, like the journey is not as fun as it once was and I want to get off and go home, but I'm a grown up now and there's no where for me to run to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I've lost the balance and I keep falling over, not literary speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry I'm not considering doing anything drastic to myself but I'm considering the idea of seeing a phyciatrist for a few sessions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you worried about the incident, don't worry I wasn't the victim of a crime or anything like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Mike, you'll have to give me a link to your blog, since the one listed on your blogger profile is out of date I had assumed you had given up on blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-5246628230064450475?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/5246628230064450475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=5246628230064450475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5246628230064450475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5246628230064450475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/09/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to Reality'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-1817053611544767119</id><published>2007-09-09T19:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T19:41:02.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hectic week</title><content type='html'>just a quick post to let you all know i'm still about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a bit hectic since my last post with a few crazy things happening, i need to get my head around what's happened before i feel i can talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j.x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-1817053611544767119?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/1817053611544767119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=1817053611544767119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/1817053611544767119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/1817053611544767119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/09/hectic-week.html' title='hectic week'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-6211342613990610423</id><published>2007-08-30T23:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T23:36:52.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jessica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I think most people who blog don't use their real names and I'm no different.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RtdGDQrvDWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Cm7Zl_H_FvE/s1600-h/icu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104625724479704418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="I SEE YOU" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RtdGDQrvDWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Cm7Zl_H_FvE/s200/icu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It came as a slight shock when someone called me Jessica by mistake, I tried as you do to make it seem like the name didn't mean anything to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was even more of a shock when I was in another office and someone insisted on calling out the name, I tried to ignore the call but the person started walking towards me, my heart skipped a beat when he stopped next to me. I didn't dare look but standing there he said the name again and I was just about to look at him when another girl standing near by answered him. The relief I felt when the two of them went off together leaving me alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-6211342613990610423?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/6211342613990610423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=6211342613990610423' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6211342613990610423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6211342613990610423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/08/jessica.html' title='Jessica'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RtdGDQrvDWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Cm7Zl_H_FvE/s72-c/icu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-874151938342174998</id><published>2007-08-27T21:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:59:34.118+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend roundup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the comments Mike, hope you continue to enjoy my chronicles. The hangover wasn't actually that bad, although I stayed in bed for the majority of the day catching up on some TV and read a few chapters of the book I'm currently reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I decided to spend the majority of Sunday and Monday with Sophie as I feel I've been neglecting her recently, not that she has been complaining since Laura spends enough time with her, I sometimes think she's a better mother to my daughter than I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RtM60grvDUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/F_K0uIj-Pvs/s1600-h/farscape.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103487476541885762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RtM60grvDUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/F_K0uIj-Pvs/s200/farscape.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the television programs I decided to watch on Saturday was Farscape, the final episode. Maybe I'm emotionally drained lately but I found myself shedding a few tears when D'Argo died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also had some tickets to watch the rugby, my home team were playing this weekend, although I decided to fore go the long trek and spend the time with Sophie. If you've been reading carefully you might be able to figure out my nationality. I usually tend to ignore the whole national thing and just go for the British label as I think the whole devolution thing is kind of stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the week at work, I find it hard to believe it's only been a week since I got back from seeing aforementioned friend, it's been a long week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RtM67QrvDVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/c2_hAl5H4Lo/s1600-h/amyleegoth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103487592506002770" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RtM67QrvDVI/AAAAAAAAAF0/c2_hAl5H4Lo/s200/amyleegoth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hadn't realised until someone asked on Friday night 'So what's with the gothic look?', upon thinking back I remembered i had worn black for the whole week, I'm usually more colourful but I had worn a variety of black clothes the entire week with a selection of silver jewelery. In fact I was also wearing black that evening. Guess I was in a morbid mood, can't figure out why though!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So where do I go from here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've found reading books is the only thing that successfully takes my mind off a certain subject for any length of time, your all probably getting tired of hearing about that. I bought several books to keep me going and ended up buying three books by Karen Chance, I hadn't noticed who the author was until I got the books (Amazon), not that there is anything wrong with Karen it's just funny that I bought three by the same author. One of the other books is by Alastair Reynolds as I like one of his other books, the others I liked the descriptions of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That didn't really answer the question but it's a good plug if I was looking to sell books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest I don't know where to go besides moving along slowly and giving my mind time to adjust to the situation and see where that takes me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One idea is to turn hetero as guys tend to be happy providing they're getting regular sex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all today from your psychotic gothic lesbian, until next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-874151938342174998?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/874151938342174998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=874151938342174998' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/874151938342174998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/874151938342174998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/08/weekend-roundup.html' title='Weekend roundup'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RtM60grvDUI/AAAAAAAAAFs/F_K0uIj-Pvs/s72-c/farscape.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-1707587944495404193</id><published>2007-08-25T23:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T00:20:45.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RtC45grvDTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FkoZVqdVR3k/s1600-h/Smirnoff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102781675976199474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RtC45grvDTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FkoZVqdVR3k/s200/Smirnoff.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So last night I went out on a drinking session with a group of friends. To my surprise it turned out to be quite a large group of people, about 30 I guess, a few new faces and some of the usual suspects were not in attendance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was very keen to get some alcohol in me after the events of the past week end and ended up on my third drink before most of the group had finished their first. I'm a vodka and coke girl and last night was in the mood for doubles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a quiet evening, no fights or other problems, not that we're a bunch of thugs but with a large group of people drinking trouble can quite often find us. The usual sort of problem is bumping into someone when trying to navigate your way around and the person not accepting your apology or even offering to get them a drink if it's quite a big bump.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So there was me very keen on getting drunk and several of the guys more than happy to help me along in that respect. Although quite happy to flirt and give them some encouragement I was not in the mood to have sex with anyone of either gender, the influx of vodka did help take my mind off said person but I don't think I'm ready to move on just yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I usually have a limit in mind so that I can at least do more than lay in bed the following morning, needless to say with me being on doubles I quickly passed my limit. I also managed to keep all my clothes, me getting drunk can lead to a loss of clothing on my part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;They say alcohol doesn't solve any problems and I tend to agree, since after recovering from a hangover my mind wanders back onto the same old topics as before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-1707587944495404193?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/1707587944495404193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=1707587944495404193' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/1707587944495404193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/1707587944495404193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/08/drinking-session.html' title='Drinking session'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RtC45grvDTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/FkoZVqdVR3k/s72-c/Smirnoff.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-44971739178965041</id><published>2007-08-19T18:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T19:49:09.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone in the Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RsiDVwrvDSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/n7pBOgIA_H0/s1600-h/earthalone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100470987865918754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RsiDVwrvDSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/n7pBOgIA_H0/s200/earthalone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wasn't that the title of a movie?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This post is probably going to turn into a rambling, I find writing things down helps when you read it back, it's something I do quite a lot but this time I figured I post it here, so the rest of you can share in the strange workings of my mind. The quote at the top reads &lt;em&gt;'welcome to my world'&lt;/em&gt; and I think this post is going to be just that. It may be a long one and might not read very well so I'll forgive anyone who doesn't get to the bottom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I said yesterday it's a hard topic to discuss and it is but this is more of a journal entry, it's kind of like me having a conversation with my brain to figure out how I got to where I am now and which mistakes I'll probably make again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It should be an interesting week at work culminating in a party on Friday night and I plan on getting well and truly drunk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where to begin? Well following on from my post yesterday and not having much to do today, ok well I had stuff to do but couldn't be bothered to do it. I'm in a sort of angry, sad sort of mood, incidentally I'm usually good at avoiding scenarios which make me depressed. Angry I get a lot but the sadness self doubt and pity I've been good at avoiding, It's a remnant of my childhood where due to some unfortunate incidents I started suppressing my emotions, well the ones which were easier to control, anger not being one of them, it's quite funny that happiness is the easiest one to keep under wraps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So any good therapist will tell you that bottling up or suppressing your emotions is not a good thing, they're probably right as when you squeeze too much into a bottle it has a tendency to explode and make a mess. Luckily I haven't exploded, although the picture I chose yesterday was reflective of my mood at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now down to the whys, I'm not sure which mood to class that under as depending on the questions and answers I get a different reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why did I get involved in the first place?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I first met her she was substituting for a friend, I'd got on well with the friend and wasn't happy about dealing with someone new or that I wasn't informed about the situation before hand, but I didn't really have a choice in the matter so went with it.&lt;br /&gt;When the business stuff was out of the way and we had some alone time we got talking and it was pleasant seeing her each time, soon she developed an infatuation with me and she would light the room up when she saw me. I'm about eight years older than her and felt it wouldn't work between us for several reasons being the age, distance.&lt;br /&gt;So I started to arrange things so there wouldn't be much alone time, a fact I later came to regret doing.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure when I started having feelings for her but I suppose you never do, it got to the point where we arranged to spend a weekend together. Our business concluded a few weeks before our weekend and during that time I had very little communication with her, bar a few text's back and fore but you can't really gauge emotion from a text. It was during this time I realised how much I missed spending time with her and started to regret purposely reducing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the weekend came and it was fun, nothing physical happened between us excluding a few kisses, I think she wanted something to happen but I was still unsure of the situation and the whole thing was a little subdued from our usual interactions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was after that weekend that I think I started to fall for her and one day while speaking I posed the question about a possible relationship, it kind of went down hill from there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she was more than happy to talk with me but at others it seemed like a choir for her, so we made arrangements for a another weekend, I think I posted about that one where it was quite an awful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So against my better judgement we made more arrangements, the latest one being where I pressed her on the subject of me and her.&lt;br /&gt;It boiled down to her being young and not wanting a serious relationship, we wouldn't see each other that much and what would happen if we got drunk, would we remain faithful to one other when apart.&lt;br /&gt;We both agreed to remain friends, but I'm not sure how easy that will be now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a nut shell that's basically the whole story but it doesn't actually answer the question. To be honest I don't know why I got involved when from the start it looked like a bad idea, perhaps she though the same and just wanted a bit of fun but when it turned serious she changed her mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure what I'm pissed off about the most, may it be that I let my guard down and got hurt for it or the fact that I'm now obsessing over the whole thing and can't concentrate on other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to move on but keep thinking about the fun times, she's so warm to be around and and her lips are so soft I could have just melted every time I kissed them, even though she wouldn't allow me anything more than a quick peck. It's also funny that my skin is always cold to the touch, even in a hot night club, I can actually hold a drink and the ice melts so slowly because my hands are so cold, but being in the same room as her and my skin turns warm to the touch, I tried to show her my party trick of holding an ice cube but it melted quickly in my palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so this is the point where I'm starting to get angry at the whole thing, it was fun so why did I loose it or screw it up, I think I should quit while I'm ahead and go and bang my head against a wall to numb the sensations!&lt;br /&gt;Bloody hell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-44971739178965041?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/44971739178965041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=44971739178965041' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/44971739178965041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/44971739178965041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/08/alone-in-dark.html' title='Alone in the Dark'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RsiDVwrvDSI/AAAAAAAAAFc/n7pBOgIA_H0/s72-c/earthalone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-3150925999252937395</id><published>2007-08-18T17:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T17:39:46.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash and Burn</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/Rscd3ArvDRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TSQsKB9JIkk/s1600-h/Big_Explosion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100077933933825298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/Rscd3ArvDRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TSQsKB9JIkk/s200/Big_Explosion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who have been following the complicated issues of my love life I can now officially confirm that the latest saga has come to an end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I've finally found out the meaning of a hard topic and I don't want to go into detail as this one if pretty hard for me to discuss at the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't think I felt too much but that it was something that seemed like a good idea if it went somewhere, needless to say my reaction was anything but. I was actually crying on the train home that an old woman asked if I was ok, I told her I've received bad news but was ok. There is nothing worse than wanting to curl up alone when you have a long journey ahead of you knowing you have to hold as much inside as you can until you finally get home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to not be melodramatic on the subject but to be honest it does hurt inside and even now thinking about it my eyes are swelling up, bloody hell!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I've finally found the meaning to one of the quotes from a film I like.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why is it that we don't always recognize the moment when love begins but we always know when it ends?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Life goes on I guess, how ever rough the ride gets along the way, I'm not sure if I want to cry or hit something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-3150925999252937395?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/3150925999252937395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=3150925999252937395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/3150925999252937395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/3150925999252937395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/08/crash-and-burn.html' title='Crash and Burn'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/Rscd3ArvDRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/TSQsKB9JIkk/s72-c/Big_Explosion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-332093051014869812</id><published>2007-08-04T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T23:22:56.240+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Special'/><title type='text'>What makes a moment special</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A little break from the holiday talk. It's been a busy year for me so far, not long got back from holiday and in a little over a week I'm flying off on another business trip, it's a shame I'm not getting any air miles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ok so onto the topic I want to talk about.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RrTqyHarY-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/b6fh8MCgWf0/s1600-h/motherbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094955225168176098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RrTqyHarY-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/b6fh8MCgWf0/s200/motherbaby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading &lt;a href="http://desperatesarah.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sarah's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt; blog got me thinking about what makes a moment special. My most special moment of all time was when I first held my daughter, for me it was as if time stood still and nothing else mattered. The look on my mothers face when she first held her was a classic as she realised this made her a grandmother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most special moments only last for seconds, some even shorter than that, but when we remember them they last for much longer. The problem with memories are that they are fallible and we sometimes remember what we wish happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special moments can take many forms, becoming a mother to meeting eyes with someone across a crowded room. They are what I think of as the slow motion moments as time stands still and all other distractions seem to vanish. I can recall a moment in a night club were it seemed like someone pulled the plug on the music while I whispered to someone, but in reality it was a split second pause in the beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other moments are where someone behaves or does something contrasting to their personality or at least your perception of them. When I was about 11 a ball was thrown in my direction and as I looked round to my name being called I just stared at this ball as it was coming closer to my head, my special moment came when my little brother who at the time was hopeless at catching a ball put his hand up and caught it. The reason I think of it as special is that many times before and after he has thrown balls at my head with the intention of hitting me but for that brief moment he was my protector.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movies can sometimes have special moments. Now I know they're written, edited and have music played in the right place to make it special.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Films have their slow motion moments, during conflict when the sound of what ever is exploding slows down so that someone can have their moment. They all add to the drama of the film, I'm not arguing that, but how many times does a film make you grin like a cheshire cat or have tears running down your face, I know us girls are more emotional than you boys out there and we probably shed a tear for every film we watch but I'm thinking on a more emotional level.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably regret sharing, so if you come back and find this post is shorter it's because I came to my senses and deleted the following.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid I probably cried at a lot of films when sad things happened, but the following are the ones which left lasting memories and still make me cry when I watch them now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transforms (1984 movie), my brother liked it *wink wink*. I cried at the scene where Optimus Prime dies, I actually watched it again recently before watching the new film and I felt a tear at the same scene. I blamed my contact lenses but I don't wear any!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short Circuit 2 (1988), again I had to watch this because my brother liked it *wink wink*. I actually saw this in the cinema and wasn't alone in the tears department, I think all the kids came out in tears when the crooks were smashing up Johnny 5. We all let out a cheer at the end when he caught Oscar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet joe black (1998) I let out a tear or two at the end as Joe and William are walking over the bridge, there were a few more tears when Joe walks back over the bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The green mile (1999) At John Coffey's execution.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sliding doors (1998) when Helen dies in the hospital and the other Helen and James meet in the lift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Monkeys (1995) When Cole dies in Katheryn's arms and he watches a boy walk away he realises the boy is him and his nightmare about watching someone die was watching his grown up self die (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's easier to watch it than me explain it, although if you haven't seen it I've just spoiled the ending for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicentennial Man (1999) Ok so I actually cried a couple of times during this one, when Andrew and Richard watch the hologram of the wedding dance, at the death of Little Miss when Andrew realises everyone he knows will eventually die and finally when Andrew and Portia dies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed that none of the above are listed as my favourite movies on my profile, might have to change that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For an example of something that made me smile in a movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As good as it gets (1997)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melvin Udall:&lt;/em&gt; I've got a really great compliment for you, and it's true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol Connelly:&lt;/em&gt; I'm so afraid you're about to say something awful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melvin Udall:&lt;/em&gt; Don't be pessimistic, it's not your style. Okay, here I go: Clearly, a mistake. I've got this, what - ailment? My doctor, a shrink that I used to go to all the time, he says that in fifty or sixty percent of the cases, a pill really helps. I *hate* pills, very dangerous thing, pills. Hate. I'm using the word "hate" here, about pills. Hate. My compliment is, that night when you came over and told me that you would never... well, you were there, you know what you said. Well, my compliment to you is, the next morning, I started taking the pills. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol Connelly:&lt;/em&gt; I don't quite get how that's a compliment for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melvin Udall:&lt;/em&gt; You make me want to be a better man. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carol Connelly:&lt;/em&gt; ...That's maybe the best compliment of my life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Melvin Udall:&lt;/em&gt; Well, maybe I overshot a little, because I was aiming at just enough to keep you from walking out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also just realised that all the films are pre 2000, does that tell you anything about the current quality of movies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;I think I went a little off track near the end, but hey that's what blogging is for :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-332093051014869812?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/332093051014869812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=332093051014869812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/332093051014869812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/332093051014869812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/08/what-makes-moment-special.html' title='What makes a moment special'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RrTqyHarY-I/AAAAAAAAAFM/b6fh8MCgWf0/s72-c/motherbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-5988262175906661949</id><published>2007-07-29T16:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:20:33.430+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bikini'/><title type='text'>Holiday - Me in a bikini</title><content type='html'>You guessed it I finally left the hotel room wearing my bikini, even if it was the fifth day of the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RqzuQPDbxDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gW4jXiPfLRI/s1600-h/ap_bikini_beach_275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092707241335440434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RqzuQPDbxDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gW4jXiPfLRI/s200/ap_bikini_beach_275.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I was wearing it I was more concerned about showing my feet. I had never really thought about it but I'm a sock girl and very rarely go bare foot, even walking about my flat in just a t-shirt I still put a pair of socks on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to have a lay in since this was the first day we weren't going on any excursions, unfortunately this meant we couldn't get a spot by the pool and were left with the terrace. It was a lovely sun trap and out of the way so it was also quiet but no breeze bar or pool in the immediate vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I had decided to wear the bikini I wasn't liking the idea of walking around the hotel wearing it so I put shorts on. A few years ago it wouldn't have bothered me, maybe I'm getting old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way outside I pass a bloke, he stops me telling me I dropped something. he kindly picks it up and hands it to me, it's a piece of paper with some writing on, not thinking it's mine I hand it back to him. It's not until he suggests that I keep it I realise I'm being hit on and on the paper is his name and room number. Now the strange part here is that I politely blow him off, I'm never polite when guys hit on me, what's with me lately!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Right so where was I. so we settle down on the terrace and help each other with the lotion and it isn't long before my big sister Katherine is asleep. She's laying on her front but she's the sort of person who won't take her top off even when face down. So little sister Laura who's in a playful mood wants to take Katherine's top off, not seeing any harm in it I let her, she then disappears for a couple of hours. When she gets back I notice something odd about her but it isn't until she sits down next to me I notice her bikini top is painted, apparently she found an artist on the beach who painted her for free, I wonder why!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So she asks about Katherine and looking over I see that she's turned over and hasn't realised she's topless, we argue about what to do when Katherine gets up and asks if we want anything from the bar, we both watch as she walks off still unaware about her attire. Surprisingly she was only gone a few minutes, she said that there was a queue at the bar but all the men were kind enough to let her through. As she sits down she see her top on the floor and it suddenly hits her. Laura runs off with Katherine behind her and a few minutes I hear a splash and guess that one or both ended up in the pool. That's the good thing about being the middle sister, I never get blamed for anything.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Katherine returns about 10 minutes later (&lt;em&gt;still topless I might add&lt;/em&gt;), dripping wet I asked if Laura got wet, with a big grin she says that she got more than wet and holds up Laura's bikini bottoms. Knowing I have the one and only room key I'm a bit anxious as to what she's going to do, I consider going to find her but I'm comfortable and don't fancy a dip in the pool just yet.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/Rqz06_DbxEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAoPFRRDI0c/s1600-h/beach01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092714572844614722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/Rqz06_DbxEI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QAoPFRRDI0c/s200/beach01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;She comes walking back to the terrace about half hour later not the slightest bit concerned that she's now completely naked (&lt;em&gt;which is more like me than her&lt;/em&gt;) and settles down on her sun lounger making no attempt to cover up, and Katherine's also made no effort to cover up and is happily sunbathing topless, maybe some alien has switched out personalities!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If this post seems a bit off topic in places it's because I've been writing it amongst doing other things since 10am this morning, that's like 11 hours ago!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-5988262175906661949?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/5988262175906661949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=5988262175906661949' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5988262175906661949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5988262175906661949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/07/holiday-me-in-bikini.html' title='Holiday - Me in a bikini'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RqzuQPDbxDI/AAAAAAAAAE8/gW4jXiPfLRI/s72-c/ap_bikini_beach_275.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-2119800433783267446</id><published>2007-07-22T21:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:57:02.117+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I arrived back from my holiday to Majorca a few days ago, I will not write about the whole holiday in one post as to not put you to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it was a girls holiday and we paid the extra for a hotel with no children. I was sharing a room with my younger sister &lt;em&gt;(Laura)&lt;/em&gt; and my older sister &lt;em&gt;(Katherine)&lt;/em&gt; shared with her friend &lt;em&gt;(Maria)&lt;/em&gt;. our rooms were in different parts of the hotel with me and Laura getting the better one, we had a view of the pool and sea where they had a view of the courtyard and rooms overlooking them from the other side of the hotel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RqPHgfDbxCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8EIBxwMggHM/s1600-h/bikini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090131364764435490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RqPHgfDbxCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8EIBxwMggHM/s200/bikini.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Walking out onto the balcony and looking down at the pool I saw loads of women in bikini's sunbathing, it was at that point that I suddenly became very self conscious about putting my bikini on, which for anyone that knows me would tell you how that ridiculous that sounds. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy with my figure, I'm a comfortable size 10 although my little sister is a size 8 the cow! but then again my older sister is a size 12 so I guess it's just an age thing. I'm still not sure why I was so concerned about being out in public wearing a bikini, maybe it's that bloody boots advert (&lt;em&gt;beach gorgeous&lt;/em&gt;) that shows everyone stopping to look at a women stripping down to her bikini!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first four days were excursions so I managed to avoid the bikini, this didn't go unnoticed by Laura who often wore her bikini under her clothes in case the perfect opportunity arose and she kept insisting I do the same, luckily for me she's easy to distract and rarely remembers what she was talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One such occasion did occur on a boat trip, it wasn't the smoothest of journeys but the sun was hot so Laura decided to remove her t-shirt, I'm not quite sure how she managed it but she also removed her bikini top. We're all looking to the one side as we past something (&lt;em&gt;I can't remember what&lt;/em&gt;) and as I look back to talk to her I notice she's sitting there with her boobs on show while she tries to untangle her bikini from her shirt, when I try and get her to hurry up she tells me not to worry as she put sun tan lotion on her boobs!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So just a short snippet to get you interested, more to come!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;In case your wondering it's not me in the photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-2119800433783267446?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/2119800433783267446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=2119800433783267446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/2119800433783267446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/2119800433783267446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-to-reality.html' title='Back to Reality'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RqPHgfDbxCI/AAAAAAAAAE0/8EIBxwMggHM/s72-c/bikini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-6091846810069676852</id><published>2007-06-30T23:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T00:49:32.434+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Ok so just another random rant.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for the links Jo, won't get time before I fly off to sunny spain :) I've seen the latest news about the increased terror alert and all the extra security at airports, just have to see how things go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Telly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/Robp-PHnnLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tURD8bVFTng/s1600-h/james.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082006484953832626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/Robp-PHnnLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tURD8bVFTng/s200/james.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been watching the new BBC drama Jekyll and I think it's good, but then I'm biased since I like James Nesbitt anyway ;) I think he'd make a good Doctor Who, rumours are that David Tennant might be leaving halfway through series 4. Not having seen the original series I can't comment on past doctors but for the new series I think he's doing better than Christopher Eccleston, although I've liked Chris in other projects &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(such as Heroes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I didn't watch Casanova as the adverts looked like a show I wouldn't like but now I've seen David in DW I think I might watch it if it gets re-run.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Doctor Who, I wasn't very keen on the finale, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/Robp-PHnnMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GnO9u8z65bU/s1600-h/doctor_tardis1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082006484953832642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/Robp-PHnnMI/AAAAAAAAAEs/GnO9u8z65bU/s200/doctor_tardis1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I couldn't help but laugh at the scene where the doctor becomes young thanks to the power of thought, although I did get a telling off by Sophie in the form of &lt;em&gt;'Muuuuuuuuumm!'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the list of TV programs I have to record isn't as long as I first thought 'Heroes', 'Jekyll', 'Criminal Minds' and 'Boston Legal' although I have no idea when I'll actually get time to watch them which then means I'll have to record the future episodes as I hate watching things out of order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And bollocks I just noticed the time nearly 1am!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Links&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/drama/jekyll/"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/drama/jekyll/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-6091846810069676852?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/6091846810069676852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=6091846810069676852' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6091846810069676852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6091846810069676852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/06/weekend-rant.html' title='Weekend Rant'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/Robp-PHnnLI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tURD8bVFTng/s72-c/james.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-6916921288630854389</id><published>2007-06-25T23:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T23:24:15.171+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RoA8pD866zI/AAAAAAAAAEc/f9fDOFCH0yg/s1600-h/Heroes_wallpaper2y_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080127055807048498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RoA8pD866zI/AAAAAAAAAEc/f9fDOFCH0yg/s200/Heroes_wallpaper2y_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so I admit I'm a bit of a sci-fi geek but I've really enjoyed this television show "Heroes" 10pm Monday's on Sci-Fi, it's probably in it's 2nd or 3rd series in the US by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's coming to the end of the 1st series and I was sitting on the edge of my seat watching tonight's episode. I must admit I think all the hype around this series is worth while and I'm not a person who gives praise likely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The finale is on July 16th so that's 3 more episodes and I'll be on holiday!!!! I can't bloody believe it, I've watched the past 20 odd weeks and I'll be away for the final 2. Now I did consider changing my holiday but I think I'll just have to settle for watching it when I get back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I got started watching the series is quite a funny story, I had avoided watching it because of all the hype surrounding it and that usually means they've spent more on the marketing budget than the actual program. So anyway Sci-Fi were repeating the first 3 episodes back to back one Sunday, I had watched a film so the television was on the channel. I was talking on the phone to a friend and the was sort of watching the program at the same time, talking for 3 hours on the phone is not uncommon for me. It seemed quite interesting so the following night I sat down and watched the next episode and quite enjoyed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are episodes I felt you could miss and not actually miss any of the story or plot, I really hate it when they try and stretch the story out that little bit longer to make another episode or two and I felt they have done this here. But saying that the last few I've seen have felt like too much was squeezed into them so I think it's a case where they stretched the wrong part of the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-6916921288630854389?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/6916921288630854389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=6916921288630854389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6916921288630854389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6916921288630854389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/06/heroes.html' title='Heroes'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RoA8pD866zI/AAAAAAAAAEc/f9fDOFCH0yg/s72-c/Heroes_wallpaper2y_1024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-9134101350940454537</id><published>2007-06-24T18:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T19:02:18.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Here</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last post I know, just guess I haven't been in the mood. I think I mentioned in an earlier post that I wasn't sure how long I would be able to keep up the regular posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;So what's changed I hear you asking, ok well I can hear London lass asking ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well  for me nothing significant has changed, my love life is still uncertain but I'm still being the optimist against perhaps my better judgement, although they do say love does strange things to people. I don't know if I'm in love, well you get the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The office casanova Rick is still trying to get me in bed. Last month while out clubbing I was dancing with him towards the end of the night, I was tired so was really just holding onto him to keep from falling over. Unfortunately Rick got the wrong idea and slipped his hand down my jeans and grabbed my arse, I calmly mentioned about breaking his fingers and he promptly removed his hand. I couldn't be bothered to find another dance partner so his hand soon returned to my arse but this time on the outside of my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;My sisters have been busy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My youngest sister (Laura) has split up with her boyfriend and now has a girlfriend, a pretty young thing who's not modest in the slightest, not that I'm complaining :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My elder sister agreed to having a threesome with her husband on the condition she could have some alone time with the girl, he agreed on the condition the threesome became a regular occurrence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is still very adamant that he's not the slightest bit bi-curious, instead saying that he takes after his sisters in preferring women, our mother isn't happy about the idea but she's starting talking to us more although she continues to avoid the lesbian issue&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-9134101350940454537?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/9134101350940454537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=9134101350940454537' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/9134101350940454537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/9134101350940454537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/06/still-here.html' title='Still Here'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-6993204431530503450</id><published>2007-05-16T22:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T23:23:10.119+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bit pissed</title><content type='html'>Okay so I'm a lot pissed with the situation.&lt;br /&gt;So she gets back to the UK but we have to postpone our get together because she has family problems, ok can't be helped we all get that, I had gotten rid of my sister and daughter for a few days so ended up having a quiet night to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we do get to see each other I spot her walking to where we're meeting holding a guy's hand, I didn't see where they separated but it took her over five minutes to walk the short distance from where I lost sight of her to where I was, we were both a bit cold with each other, she kept her jacket done up to her neck even though it was very warm, we got back to my place having not spoken all that much during the evening, I gave her the necklace I bought but had to convince her it wasn't expensive before she would except it, I also had to convince her to let me put it on her, when she opened her jacket I saw what a lovely top she was wearing and showing quite a bit of cleavage, although she quickly done it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it came to sleeping arrangements she had a look of horror when I asked if she wanted to share with me, in the end I told her she could sleep in my sisters room. After laying in bed for about 15 minutes I was a bit pissed off with how the night had gone so decided to talk to her about it, she was laying in the bed in her underwear and as soon as I entered she covered up. We talked for a bit and I told her that I had feelings for her but she said that she didn't have any for me, which I was a bit upset about because it was completely different to the person to who she was before she went away, I went back to bed in a bad mood trying to not let her see my mood, I decided to text a girl I had been on a date with before xmas, she was too busy to see me again at the time, anyway we got texting a bit that night and agreed to see a movie together the coming weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I the morning I couldn't be bothered, I had accepted the fact that this was probably the last time we would spend together as she seemed to was to leave in a hurry. We had breakfast and she seemed to just want to get on her train home which was in several hours time. We went shopping and tried on a few outfits, when she came out of the fitting room in one dress she looked absolutely beautiful and no longer caring about things I made a flirtatious comment, she smiled and blushed at the same time and from that point on she warmed up to me, by the time she left it was like before she went away, having a coffee before she got on her train she said that her flat mates were going away for a week in summer and she asked if I would like to stay with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm not sure if I'm still pissed off or just confused about the whole situation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I just revealed a bit too much of my life but what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: she told me that the guy she was with was her ex-boyfriend (only after I told her I saw them together)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-6993204431530503450?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/6993204431530503450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=6993204431530503450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6993204431530503450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6993204431530503450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/05/bit-pissed.html' title='Bit pissed'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-928872973100725289</id><published>2007-04-28T16:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T16:10:47.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to Sanity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RjNjAPbjKMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0t9zd3sNPf8/s1600-h/women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058495662260431042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RjNjAPbjKMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0t9zd3sNPf8/s200/women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think I'm returning to sanity, if there is such thing. I'm actually able to think about other things besides Rebecca, which means I'm not day dreaming while at work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not sure what else to write on the subject at the moment but I'm sure I will think of something later.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-928872973100725289?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/928872973100725289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=928872973100725289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/928872973100725289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/928872973100725289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/04/return-to-sanity.html' title='Return to Sanity'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RjNjAPbjKMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0t9zd3sNPf8/s72-c/women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-7732584038195522699</id><published>2007-04-22T21:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T16:11:16.152+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Horny as hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RivJLoSreTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KDuRs5DkT30/s1600-h/touch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056356208285022514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RivJLoSreTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KDuRs5DkT30/s200/touch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think the reason I've been touche for the past week or so is because I'm gagging for it, yes I know being a woman I'm not supposed to admit that but I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just spoke to her &lt;em&gt;(I'll call her Rebecca for future purpose)&lt;/em&gt;, she was tired due to a hard days work &lt;em&gt;(even on a Sunday!)&lt;/em&gt; but she wanted to speak to me before she went to sleep, I actually love talking to her when she's tired as her voice is so soft and gentle, the only problem is it makes me wish I was there cuddling up with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another reason for my high state of arousal is perhaps because I've not slept with Rebecca yet, we've kissed many times and she's not as shy as she used to be with me but we just ain't got down and dirty yet, which I'm hoping to get to do when I see her, which feels like and eternity away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've also hatched a plan so that I can have my wicked way with her, to the straight girls out there &lt;em&gt;(if there are any left)&lt;/em&gt; don't worry I won't take her anywhere she doesn't want to go. I've bought her a little necklace, nothing fancy just a small token, well actually the idea is to put it round her neck and caress it &lt;em&gt;(well the skin around it anyway)&lt;/em&gt; since it will fall nicely in her cleavage it should give me a good indication of what to expect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-7732584038195522699?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/7732584038195522699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=7732584038195522699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/7732584038195522699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/7732584038195522699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/04/horny-as-hell.html' title='Horny as hell'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RivJLoSreTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KDuRs5DkT30/s72-c/touch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-4663585217153997537</id><published>2007-04-21T21:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T22:22:54.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting on the fence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RiqAX4SreSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Or9ctEq2oqQ/s1600-h/girlskissing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055994679412881698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RiqAX4SreSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Or9ctEq2oqQ/s200/girlskissing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So things have calmed down since my last post, she's gone away on a business trip so we won't see each other for four weeks, five in total since she left a week ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been texting and she's looking forward to seeing me when she gets back, which makes me think she does have feelings for me but is slightly scared of admitting that just yet, I think it's down to the whole coming out thing since she's not exactly a self confessed lesbian.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-4663585217153997537?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/4663585217153997537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=4663585217153997537' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/4663585217153997537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/4663585217153997537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/04/sitting-on-fence.html' title='Sitting on the fence'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RiqAX4SreSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Or9ctEq2oqQ/s72-c/girlskissing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-1268315068645152037</id><published>2007-04-10T22:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T22:21:54.488+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going insane!</title><content type='html'>What does 'Good friends, maybe something more' actually mean because it's driving me nuts, one minute we're on for what I think will be something good then we're just friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arrgh&lt;/span&gt;.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she's still having issues with her feelings for me which is the main problem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-1268315068645152037?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/1268315068645152037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=1268315068645152037' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/1268315068645152037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/1268315068645152037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/04/im-going-insane.html' title='I&apos;m going insane!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-3563093632039284912</id><published>2007-04-04T21:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T22:04:40.721+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RhQQUSsfWFI/AAAAAAAAADw/wFgVLSPCuXA/s1600-h/tallinn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049679022991038546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RhQQUSsfWFI/AAAAAAAAADw/wFgVLSPCuXA/s200/tallinn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm back from my girlie weekend away, it didn't quite go according to my master plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;First the hotel upgraded us to a bigger room which had three beds instead of the cheaper room which only had one, how can you complain about that one! so no accidental fondling.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All in all it was a good trip as far as trips go, we did plenty of shopping and went for a dip in the hotel's indoor pool, I sampled the local cuisine but didn't take to it so settled on a MacD's.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Traveling was nice and easy, we all decided to only take hand luggage so not to get suck waiting for baggage, although that brings it's own problems as there are limitations on what you can take in your carry-on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Looking to arrange another trip before the summer and as before the booking is left to me, think I'll go for the cheapest room to make sure we get just the one bed *wink wink*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-3563093632039284912?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/3563093632039284912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=3563093632039284912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/3563093632039284912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/3563093632039284912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/04/weekend-away.html' title='Weekend away'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RhQQUSsfWFI/AAAAAAAAADw/wFgVLSPCuXA/s72-c/tallinn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-905766143955599300</id><published>2007-03-24T14:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-24T14:56:34.886Z</updated><title type='text'>Bad hair day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RgU52SfYujI/AAAAAAAAADo/Mos37JDPH9s/s1600-h/bad_hair_day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045502562377710130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RgU52SfYujI/AAAAAAAAADo/Mos37JDPH9s/s200/bad_hair_day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday was a bad hair day, I was wearing my hair down but every reflective surface I looked in I could see stray strands sticking up, If I had played with my nipples I could probably have picked up the local radio station!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hair likes to curl when ever it gets the chance, I'm not a lover of curly hair so never let it get that chance, but there I was walking towards a glass door and what do I see, my hair starting to curl on top of my head, it wasn't even wet for goodness sake! I tried clips, pins, bands someone even offered me a tiara but I don't think it would suit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sod it, I roughed it all up and anyone who looked for too long got an evil stare back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-905766143955599300?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/905766143955599300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=905766143955599300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/905766143955599300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/905766143955599300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/03/bad-hair-day.html' title='Bad hair day'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RgU52SfYujI/AAAAAAAAADo/Mos37JDPH9s/s72-c/bad_hair_day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-4708663540777838777</id><published>2007-03-21T22:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-21T22:28:01.987Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spider'/><title type='text'>Spiders</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RgGswyfYugI/AAAAAAAAABg/cqCFT8PiM3A/s1600-h/Araneus_diadematus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044503011818781186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RgGswyfYugI/AAAAAAAAABg/cqCFT8PiM3A/s200/Araneus_diadematus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so I'm not a huge fan of spiders but unlike my sister and mother I don't run screaming out the room when I see one, I can also quite happily watch nature programs which show them unlike other said members of my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I admit I won't let one live if I find it inside my house, other people's houses i don't mind &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(unless I'm sleeping there)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but my flat is a no-no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That said yesterday I found one in the bathroom &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(well my sister found it)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; sat on the wall behind the toilet, it didn't offer any resistance to me squashing it with my slipper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later that evening I spotted an identical one in the bathroom this time it was above the door, I did consider leaving it but then thought I would drive me mad knowing there was one there and I have this thing about walking under spiders, probably related to watching a certain movie about them &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0099052/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Arachnophobia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So now the challenge, I'm not tall enough to hit it without jumping and would probably miss if I tried, so I sprayed it with a bathroom cleaner, this caused it to fall off the wall and hang from the ceiling by its web, it looked dead so I sprayed it again, it opened its legs and gently but quickly lowered itself down, It honestly looked like something out of a horror movie, just something about the way it looked, effortlessly it descended. Lucky for me I managed to squash it against the door when it was half way down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the image of it lowering itself down sends a shiver down my spine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Image from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spider"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-4708663540777838777?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/4708663540777838777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=4708663540777838777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/4708663540777838777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/4708663540777838777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/03/spiders.html' title='Spiders'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RgGswyfYugI/AAAAAAAAABg/cqCFT8PiM3A/s72-c/Araneus_diadematus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-6871086543364072545</id><published>2007-03-18T14:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-18T15:59:40.081Z</updated><title type='text'>Short skirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/Rf1Q_C-5SMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6CmM0NTKC2w/s1600-h/shortskirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043276201787476162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/Rf1Q_C-5SMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6CmM0NTKC2w/s320/shortskirt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And there was me thinking I was wearing a short skirt to the works bash, but one of the girls was wearing a skirt so short you could see her buttocks, not that I was complaining about the view but the rules are usually different at work organised events than a usual piss-up &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(and for those wondering, yes she was wearing a thong).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was a different crowd of people at the event, the regular bunch of people who go out and get drunk &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(including me)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; were there but probably because of the nature of the event there were the extra bunch of people who don't usually attend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/Rf1dqC-5SNI/AAAAAAAAABA/DChm0_QE7lg/s1600-h/girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043290134661384402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/Rf1dqC-5SNI/AAAAAAAAABA/DChm0_QE7lg/s320/girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I must admit I was surprised how hot some of the girls looked, although I did a bit of flirting I didn't hit of any of them, don't get me wrong I'm open about being gay but I've had relationships with people I've worked with before and it can be more trouble than its worth, Then there's the guy thing, they tend to go crazy when they know two girls who are sleeping together, there must be a switch in their brain that says when they see to lesbians they'll immediately start ripping each others clothes off and go for it right there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the party, well it was a good night but not much in the way of naughty behaviour. Yes the girl in the short skirt got a lot of attention, especially when she got on the dance floor, I did join her for one song, but was could feel eyes watching so we didn't come into contact.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of they guys flocked around the new girl, playing silly buggers it looked so stupid to watch and in a quick chat she agreed, she ended up leaving early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As with all work functions they are held in posh places which means the drinks are twice the usual price and the people thinned out once they ran out of drink tickets, where as I used my charm to make sure I had a steady supply of them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was a good girl and avoided causing any controversy although I did pose for the camera kissing &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(on the cheek)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one of they guys I work with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-6871086543364072545?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/6871086543364072545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=6871086543364072545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6871086543364072545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6871086543364072545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/03/short-skirt.html' title='Short skirt'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/Rf1Q_C-5SMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/6CmM0NTKC2w/s72-c/shortskirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-2720165371449958134</id><published>2007-03-15T22:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-15T22:44:06.203Z</updated><title type='text'>Caught in the shower</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RfnICi-5SLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cXRLvLKgXhQ/s1600-h/showerl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042281203893881010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RfnICi-5SLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cXRLvLKgXhQ/s320/showerl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok so this one is from a few years ago, it's quite harmless but I think a few people will be screaming at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, it was Friday and I came home from work, I didn't see my sister in the apartment but heard the shower so I assumed she was in it &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(since we live together)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, she was going to take Sophie to mum's before coming back to get ready to go out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It had been a long busy day and I had been sweating so I stripped off and put a robe on ready to jump in the shower when my sister had finished.&lt;br /&gt;I put the radio on in my room as I got undressed and started to relax, I heard a door slam shut and came out of my room, Laura's door was now shut and the bathroom door was still shut but I couldn't hear the shower so I assumed she had finished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I undone the tie on my robe and went into the bathroom dropping the robe off my shoulders as I entered and threw it to one side closing the door behind me, I'm standing there starkers and I notice that my brother is also starkers drying his legs, he looks up and gets an instant hard-on &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(way to go bro! ha)&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; now if this had happened these days I would probably grab the closest thing I could and start throwing things at him, but back then, &lt;em&gt;and god only knows why&lt;/em&gt;, I just walked passed him saying &lt;em&gt;'close the door when your done'&lt;/em&gt; and got in the shower, the cubicle is clear glass so offers no concealment from someone else in the room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't notice him leave but when I had finished he was in the living room fully dressed watching tv, when he saw me &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in my robe this time)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; he went bright red and couldn't quite get the words he was looking for so I just told him to lock the door next time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't spoken about it but when ever he's close and I say I need a shower he immediately blushes so I know he remembers..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It almost caused his girlfriend to leave him when it was a hot day and I said I could use a shower, not thinking about winding him up, but she got the wrong idea when he blushed, I didn't quite tell her the full story just saying he had walked in on me in the shower, seemed to do the trick.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-2720165371449958134?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/2720165371449958134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=2720165371449958134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/2720165371449958134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/2720165371449958134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/03/caught-in-shower.html' title='Caught in the shower'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RfnICi-5SLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cXRLvLKgXhQ/s72-c/showerl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-5467938251586268414</id><published>2007-03-14T20:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:01:09.486Z</updated><title type='text'>Backless Lingerie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RfhiBi-5SKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2CbQ4tdsBN4/s1600-h/backless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041887561551268002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RfhiBi-5SKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2CbQ4tdsBN4/s320/backless.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well I tried a pair of backless lingerie. I was very skeptical at first, I mean just looking at the picture they look uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so what did I think, well I assumed they would be uncomfortable but upon wearing them I changed my mind about that, they are comfy to wear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But at home I sometimes like to walk around in my underwear and don't feel embarrassed if a visitor arrives, I let them in while I put something on, but in these I constantly felt exposed, when my neighbour visited she commented on how much of my backside she could see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;My opinion?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'm not concerned enough about showing panty line to wear these on a regular basis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.backlesslingerie.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.backlesslingerie.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-5467938251586268414?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/5467938251586268414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=5467938251586268414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5467938251586268414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5467938251586268414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/03/backless-lingerie.html' title='Backless Lingerie'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RfhiBi-5SKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/2CbQ4tdsBN4/s72-c/backless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-6556754334732370539</id><published>2007-03-13T23:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-13T23:36:56.244Z</updated><title type='text'>Ongoing saga called life</title><content type='html'>Just a quick update to keep you all happy (well london-lass *wink wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason for not updating recently is because spent the weekend with some old school friends and I'm still tired from all the exercise! It was fun spending time with people I haven't seen in a long time but I think I'm paying for it now since I'm aching all over from all the walking around the places we went to see, I never knew you could squeeze so much into a few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of love life, I still don't know where I stand on that one but on a good note three of us (me, her and another friend) are going away for a long weekend in europe at the end of March, to save money we've decided to all stay in one hotel room, so if anything is going to happen its going to be then, I want to be careful about being too direct as if there is nothing I don't want to lose a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some celebrations to attend this weekend so I if don't manage to post anything in the meantime I will hopefully keep you informed on my drunken antics, or at least that of my friends ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the random nature but really am tired and just been sooooo busy of late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-6556754334732370539?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/6556754334732370539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=6556754334732370539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6556754334732370539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/6556754334732370539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/03/ongoing-saga-called-life.html' title='Ongoing saga called life'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-3705847533488471582</id><published>2007-03-05T23:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:16:26.683Z</updated><title type='text'>Short hysterical crisis over - for now</title><content type='html'>Well I guess I was going crazy over nothing, normal service has resumed, turned out she was just busy, not sure what else to say on the subject for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-3705847533488471582?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/3705847533488471582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=3705847533488471582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/3705847533488471582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/3705847533488471582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/03/short-hysterical-crisis-over-for-now.html' title='Short hysterical crisis over - for now'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-2594632426616982398</id><published>2007-03-04T20:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-04T21:20:01.243Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='virgin media'/><title type='text'>Virgin Media sucks!</title><content type='html'>Yes I'm one of the poor sods who signed up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NTL&lt;/span&gt; and this recent squabble between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;VM&lt;/span&gt; and SKY has lowered my perception of Virgin a lot, it hasn't affected my opinion of Sky since I think they suck anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Virgin say that they would have to pass on the astronomical price Sky wanted, it's funny that Sky told us what that figure was, £10.95 a year per customer, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so that's £36 million for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;VM&lt;/span&gt; since it has 3.3 million customers, but that's an increase of 91 pence a month for each customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;VM&lt;/span&gt; has dropped the Sky basic package does that mean they will save £18 million a year (based on the fact &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;VM&lt;/span&gt; said Sky doubled the price) of course not, now they have you paying what ever it is you pay there is no chance in hell your getting a reduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quote from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;VM&lt;/span&gt; site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"more of you have told us you'd rather have the money back as improvements to your TV service, than money off your monthly cost"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read several pages of the customer feedback and I'm getting the opposite opinion here, it seems most people are telling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;VM&lt;/span&gt; to cut the bullshit and put Sky back on and if not then they want a reduction since what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;VM&lt;/span&gt; are offering in replacement is a load bollocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quote from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;VM&lt;/span&gt; site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So thanks to Sky, their basic channels, like Sky One and Sky News, have disappeared from our service"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come-on guys get it right,&lt;br /&gt;"Because Sky and Virgin Media couldn't reach an agreement on the cost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;VM&lt;/span&gt; pays for Sky's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bacic&lt;/span&gt; package, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;VM&lt;/span&gt; has decided to withdraw this package from their service"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quote from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;VM&lt;/span&gt; site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sky has also announced that it will be removing its channels from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Freeview&lt;/span&gt; before the summer too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; they're right but a bit selective about telling the whole story! Sky Three, Sky News and Sky Sports News will disappear from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Freeview&lt;/span&gt; to make way for four new channels for a monthly subscription, only two of the channels are on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;VM&lt;/span&gt; anyway and Sky wanting to charge is nothing new, oh and by the way Sky were very open about their plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; a Sky supporter but as I said at the beginning I think Sky suck big time and yes I think Murdock is the anti-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;christ&lt;/span&gt; but for goodness sake I just want my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;telle&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;VM&lt;/span&gt; site I keep referring to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allyours.virginmedia.com/fairplay/faq.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://allyours.virginmedia.com/fairplay/faq.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-2594632426616982398?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/2594632426616982398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=2594632426616982398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/2594632426616982398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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weeks, hmm well... for the most part its been life as usual with a few extras thrown in, needless to say I'm still planning to cut down the amount of vodka I drink, These days (seasonal parties excluded) I've been going out drinking with friends about once a month, the reason I want to cut down on the alcohol intake is that I actually want to do something the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was no exception, started the drinking session off with good intentions, we met up with old friends (and no I didn't get off with any of them, although not for lack of wanting, it seems I'm easier than they are!) kept all my clothes on this time (I'm getting good it now) although I nearly took my undies off to settle a dispute (not going into details on that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact the reason I'm posting is to avoid doing something I want to do, sounds contradictory I know but I want to call a friend who hasn't returned any of my calls recently but have already left a message and don't want to over do it, yes I hoping to be more than friends but I'm not sure what her feelings are on it, I used to be good at this stuff!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-1485380103408022875?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/1485380103408022875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=1485380103408022875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/1485380103408022875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/1485380103408022875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/03/still-here.html' title='Still here!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-1157363028775411424</id><published>2007-02-04T15:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-04T15:38:50.842Z</updated><title type='text'>It's February already!</title><content type='html'>My god it's February already, before you know it christmas will be here again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't posted on here in a while because life's been a bit hectic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've given us the new Microsoft Office 2007 in work, all I am going to say it that it's taking everyone twice as long to do the same things, we had to get one of the IT guys to install Office 2003 on another computer so we could see the official name for a feature we were trying to do so that we could look it up in the 2007 help, once we get used to it I'm sure we'll be whizzing along as before, but next time Microsoft give us some kind of migration help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-1157363028775411424?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/1157363028775411424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=1157363028775411424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/1157363028775411424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/1157363028775411424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-february-already.html' title='It&apos;s February already!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-566877338632555837</id><published>2007-01-24T23:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T00:05:53.693Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BBC'/><title type='text'>Ofcom warns BBC</title><content type='html'>This is an interesting news article, apparently Ofcom have said that plans for BBC programs to be available for download for up to 13 weeks after they have been broadcast is not in the public interest and will have a negative effect on commercial rivals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my 2 pence on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;I think this is very much in the public interest, most people I know rarely watch television programs when they are scheduled to be broadcast, not only that but people who thought something was good tell other people about the program and it's nice to be able to go back and watch something that you might not initially have watched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for commercial rivals.&lt;br /&gt;They would have different programs available to the BBC anyway, they would probably charge you to download the program and no doubt it would also contain advertising, we pay the license fee so should have full access to current BBC content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impact on DVD sales.&lt;br /&gt;Well the impending format war between Blu-ray and HD-DVD will probably have a much bigger impact, I do own several box sets of BBC series and that won't change as these are usually bought many years after they were broadcast on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case your wondering I don't work for the BBC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/6290745.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/6290745.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-566877338632555837?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/566877338632555837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-3278212869200554975</id><published>2007-01-22T23:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-22T23:32:44.855Z</updated><title type='text'>There's something about Rick!</title><content type='html'>although I haven't figured out his inspiration for abbreviations comes from I did find out his sudden enthusiasm for me came from, apparently one of my male friend (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;someone who I usually manage to piss off of late without intention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) told Rick that I'm an easy lay, mentioning that he's had me several times before (&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;said friend has ejaculated over me once before, but I was dressed and unaware of his intention until it was too late, this is where the hostilities started, but that's another story&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;) so I haven't told Rick he's not my type, I've seen him out with us for the past six months or so now although I haven't talked to him that much until Saturday evening, he seems a nice bloke so I don't want to just blow him off, perhaps I'll gently suggest he's not the man for me and hope he doesn't get shitty about it, I don't want to start alienating all my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying that I was in a quirky mood this morning and replied to his text message 'I &lt;em&gt;think ur fone is broken, it keeps missing letters out.&lt;/em&gt;' I actually felt kind of bad after I sent it and he hasn't replied so I may have already blown him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men! who wants them?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-3278212869200554975?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-9032728480777319901</id><published>2007-01-21T15:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-21T15:33:27.901Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drinking'/><title type='text'>Text messaging</title><content type='html'>or I believe it's called sms'ing now, I must be getting old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a night out drinking I sometimes get a text from my sister, although we share an apartment she thinks it's safer to text me than knock on my door, now in a semi-conscious state I like text's which don't require much mental power to process, my sisters messages are normally something like '&lt;em&gt;hi, how r u feeling?&lt;/em&gt;' which is very easy to understand even with slightly blurred vision and a hangover from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out last night with some friends and had given my mobile number to a friend who didn't have it, he must have thought he pulled or something since I got a message from him today reading '&lt;em&gt;Hi, h r u 2d, rick x&lt;/em&gt;' I've changed the name to to rick for the purpose of this post, I hadn't had that much to drink so no ill effects this morning, but I had to think about the message for a few moments before I understood it, '&lt;em&gt;h'&lt;/em&gt; doesn't sound anything like '&lt;em&gt;how&lt;/em&gt;', the '&lt;em&gt;r u&lt;/em&gt;' is easily understood for '&lt;em&gt;are you&lt;/em&gt;', but '&lt;em&gt;2d&lt;/em&gt;' for '&lt;em&gt;today&lt;/em&gt;', I know it's easy on the fingers but am I just getting old or something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sent a text back about an hour after he sent it, just a simple '&lt;em&gt;I'm fine thanks&lt;/em&gt;', got a reply almost immediately '&lt;em&gt;gld to hr it, lkg fwd 2 nx tme, x&lt;/em&gt;' am I reading to much in to the kisses, haven't replied to that one, my head still hurts from reading it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-9032728480777319901?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/9032728480777319901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=9032728480777319901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/9032728480777319901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/9032728480777319901'/><link 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when I parked on the verge of the company pond (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;normally known as the car park)&lt;/span&gt;, although it was slightly flooded and since I wasn't early I was the one with wet feet, and I mean literally, my usual casual office shoes were no match for the pond and my feet were wet as soon as I got out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm walking around the office bare foot and finding that the carpet on the edge of the walkways &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(where few people walk)&lt;/span&gt; is lovely and soft, I was fairly happy and had forgotten about the treacherous weather outside and the fact I was barefoot, that was until a delivery guy in his big man boots stood on my feet, not once but twice! the first time he apologised but the second he just covered his assets, that might have been due to the look I gave him, ha.&lt;br /&gt;My shoes had dried out by mid morning so I decided to put them back on, they were a bit stiff and god did my feet hurt when I eventually got home, late as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday, mindful of the previous days events I decided to wear boots, I have a lovely pair of Stella McCartney boots that if I must say look fab on me, but if I'm going to wear fashionable boots I couldn't wear the usual office getup so I pulled out a designer suit to match.&lt;br /&gt;My cautionary tactics proved to be well thought out as our pond was now a lake and the water was only just below the door of my car &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(thats a normal saloon not a 4x4)&lt;/span&gt; ok I'm exaggerating a bit but it was deep enough to submerge my feet, so I wade through the water watching some of the guys trying to convince the security guards to park their cars so they wouldn't get their feet wet, judging from the number of guys with rolled up trousers they didn't succeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wearing boots means I have to wear socks, I'm not much of a sock lover but have a supply for such occasions, the only problem being my toe nails are nice and sharp so when I got home I had a hole in each one where my big toe was, I like my toe nails, they are good for stabbing people with in night clubs when they annoy me :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-8218197937776176899?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/8218197937776176899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=8218197937776176899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/8218197937776176899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Random Post</title><content type='html'>In case you didn't notice, I like &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt;, the colour that is not the singer, just felt like sharing that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RawSLcVUbBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/R1xiyCTl-tU/s1600-h/deed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020407672404732946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RawSLcVUbBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/R1xiyCTl-tU/s320/deed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Judge John Deed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the new series of Judge John Deed is on BBC1 Tuesdays and Thursdays, I think it's one of the must see shows on TV, from the little TV I actually watch I like to think that I choose my viewing carefully, although like any program I choose to watch I find the scheduling of the program doesn't fit with me but these days that doesn't matter much as I record things for convenient viewing, although as mentioned before I am concerned about the effect this practice has on shows, series such as Farscape were cancelled &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; not enough people watched it, but because of record DVD sales they made a mini-series to finish the story line, but still shows television studio's don't have a clue about what the audience wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/drama/crime/judge"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/drama/crime/judge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Celebrity Big Brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone actually care? I certainly don't!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BNP Ballerina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm a member of the BNP as I don't agree with their policies, but in this instance I think the protesters are out of line, perhaps we should enter their work place and start shouting things at them while they are trying to get their job done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/6255723.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/6255723.stm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Strike Action&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another god dam strike! no doubt they would choose a time which will cause the most disruption to the public which will win them no sympathy, not that I'm against people's right to strike (although I think it's often abused) what did I do to deserve you to disrupt my holiday travel arrangements (not that I'm saying this instance will) it's like the fire strike a few years ago, as soon as they chose strike on bonfire night they lost my support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/6261935.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/business/6261935.stm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Nintendo wii&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't have one, of my friends that do they all love it, even people who wouldn't normally play games, but they all agree on one thing, they hate the name and where possible avoid saying it opting for 'the new Nintendo console', 'that new thingy from Nintendo', 'the console you play with a remote' and frankly I agree, I think it's one of the stupidest names they could have come up with, maybe it got lost in the translation from Japanese?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-8538466603587502807?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/8538466603587502807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=8538466603587502807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/8538466603587502807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/8538466603587502807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/01/random-post.html' title='Random Post'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RawSLcVUbBI/AAAAAAAAAAY/R1xiyCTl-tU/s72-c/deed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-5011337572414223082</id><published>2007-01-14T21:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:07:18.327Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Fight club - temp girls - Part 2</title><content type='html'>There was me saying I was aiming for 1 post a day and I go and miss 2 days!! thats life I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway so onto the temp girls.&lt;br /&gt;So things flared up mid week, I nearly fired Amy because she used Joanne's email to send a message to people, the message was worded as an apology from Joanne, but it backfired in Amy's face, especially when I got wind of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cut a long story short, mainly because I'm tired and want to go to sleep, Joanne handed her notice in, I probably spent more time talking to her about what she planned to do than I had during the whole time she worked for me, turns out she's a really smart girl, much more than people give her credit for.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you thinking I'm a bad boss for not knowing much about her, yes I should spend more time getting to know the people who work for me but her direct supervisor is off sick which is why all this ended up on my plate, we all learn from things and I've decided to make some changes to how things function, some perhaps some good came of it after all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-5011337572414223082?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/5011337572414223082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=5011337572414223082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5011337572414223082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5011337572414223082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/01/fight-club-temp-girls-part-2.html' title='Fight club - temp girls - Part 2'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-7247932908375094304</id><published>2007-01-11T23:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:53:15.846Z</updated><title type='text'>Never enough time</title><content type='html'>There never seems to be enough hours in the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would like to say thanks to &lt;a onclick="" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/05585548733858304214" rel="nofollow"&gt;London-Lass&lt;/a&gt; for posting the first comment on my blog, yey someone actually read it!!! ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been remembering an incident that happened to me a few years back, didn't seem funny at the time but does now, which is always good I think, each time I remember something else about it I'm jotting it down, hopefully on the weekend I'll have enough notes to piece together something coherent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to stick to at least one blog entry a day, although I have no plans to post while laying on the beach in sunny Spain :)~ but will no doubt have plenty of stories when I come back, but I not actually going for another 6 months :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-7247932908375094304?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/7247932908375094304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=7247932908375094304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/7247932908375094304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/7247932908375094304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/01/never-enough-time.html' title='Never enough time'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-789680409366073562</id><published>2007-01-10T22:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:48:05.836Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shower'/><title type='text'>Can't a girl take a shower in peace</title><content type='html'>As I've said before I'm not going to use real names in my posts, so with this in mind for all future posts I'll refer to my younger sister as Laura and my daughter as Sophie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While taking a shower my sister (&lt;em&gt;Laura&lt;/em&gt;) knocks on the door asking if I've emptied the recycling, to which I replied I hadn't and thinking to myself why not just look in the recycle bin, if it's full then obviously I hadn't emptied it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 2 minutes later she knocks on the door again, this time asking where the coffee filters are, at this point I'm getting pissed off and thinking can't you wait 10 f**king minutes!!! but I curb my frustration and instead reply &lt;em&gt;'yes please'&lt;/em&gt;, I could almost imagine the look of confusion on her face which brought a smile to mine, she shouted back&lt;em&gt; 'what'&lt;/em&gt; and wanting her to go away i replied &lt;em&gt;'yes I'd love some coffee'&lt;/em&gt;, she went away and I had the remainder of my shower in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I has finished in the shower I found a nice hot cup of coffee on the bedside table in my bedroom, she must have found the filters without my help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-789680409366073562?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/789680409366073562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=789680409366073562' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/789680409366073562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/789680409366073562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/01/cant-girl-take-shower-in-peace.html' title='Can&apos;t a girl take a shower in peace'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-4727790867064092483</id><published>2007-01-09T20:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-09T20:43:46.902Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blu-ray'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HD-DVD'/><title type='text'>Blu-ray v's HD-DVD</title><content type='html'>This is one of those arguments that pisses me off, Its obvious that Sony isn't backing down due to its failure with betamax, the breakdown of talks between the two camps suggests to me that their primary focus is profit, they don't really care that the consumer doesn't want to arbitrate this fight and doesn't want to have to buy both formats or worst buy the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;I've said in the past I wouldn't buy anything High-Def until one of these formats became the majority, now I'm thinking I'm not buying either format, I would rather wait for the successor of these formats comes out and the companies learn their lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I think it will make a difference&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do! I personally watch on average less than 10 hours of TV a week, several month ago I bought a hard disk recorder and watch the program I want to watch when I want to watch them, I like crime drama's but am not willing to turn the telle on at 11pm to watch an hours program and goto bed tired, I'd rather rather watch it when my daughter goes to bed and only spend 45 minutes (&lt;em&gt;skipping the adverts&lt;/em&gt;) this approach has it's downside as people who record programs for later viewing don't get included in the viewing figures and quite a few popular shows have been cancelled purely because they were shown at times which was inappropriate to the fan base (&lt;em&gt;I'm ranting off subject now!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Back to the original argument&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;These new formats are only expected to be around for a short while until the next generation comes out, so I think I'll wait, cartoons look fine on standard TV anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who do I think will win?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Besides LG's dual format player&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;It looks to me like both formats are backed by different industries, for the most part the movie industry is behind Blu-Ray and the PC industry is backing HD-DVD so my guess is that both formats will stick around but will split off into the two areas I just mentioned, you'll get the new bond film on Blu-Ray but the new Windows will ship on HD-DVD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/technology/6243383.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BBC News - No ceasefire in DVD format battle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-4727790867064092483?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/4727790867064092483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=4727790867064092483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/4727790867064092483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/4727790867064092483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/01/blu-ray-vs-hd-dvd.html' title='Blu-ray v&apos;s HD-DVD'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-787212236822215760</id><published>2007-01-08T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T20:38:08.250Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Fight club - temp girls</title><content type='html'>First off I got some major tooth ache last night, sleep was something I didn't get so I wasn't in the best of moods and I got into work later than I would have liked this morning, I work flexible hours so that's not a problem, but it was nearly 10am by the time I got in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about two temp girls I have working for me, for the purpose of this article I'll refer to them as Joanne &amp;amp; Amy.&lt;br /&gt;So Joanne's been working for me for about a year, she's a quiet girl who keeps to her self mostly but has made friends with most of the other people she works with, in December she had to go into hospital for an operation, nothing too serious but she would be off for about a month, she asked if one of her friends who was looking for xmas work could do the job while she was off, I didn't see a problem with this so said ok, her friend Amy came in about a week before Joanne was off and they worked happily together and got lot done, Amy is less reserved and made friends quickly, she also got more done in the day than Joanne did, Amy asked if she could stay on after Joanne came back to work, she was such a good worker and I needed a temp for maternity cover so gladly agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today Joanne came back to work, my god! you would have thought these girls were each others worst nightmares, they were cursing and blinding at one another, Joanne was accusing Amy of stealing her friends and Amy was getting pissed off when people were being nice to Joanne, Amy then said she was going to quit, I had to split them up to get some order back, lets hope a new day brings with it some sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-787212236822215760?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/787212236822215760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=787212236822215760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/787212236822215760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/787212236822215760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/01/fight-club-temp-girls.html' title='Fight club - temp girls'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-3205277116658779703</id><published>2007-01-07T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-07T23:33:35.778Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='show off'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='organised'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flexible'/><title type='text'>Personality traits</title><content type='html'>I saw this personality test on &lt;a href="http://meta-kate.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-am-psycho.html"&gt;Meta Kate&lt;/a&gt;, I found her writing an interesting read so decided to try it for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;table style="color: black; background: #C2CEDB" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="2" width="270"&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="color: black; background: #eeeeee"&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt; Global Personality Test Results&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;b&gt;Stability&lt;/b&gt; (73%) high which suggests you are very relaxed, calm, secure, and optimistic..&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Orderliness&lt;/b&gt; (50%) medium which suggests you are moderately organized, hard working, and reliable while still remaining flexible, efficient, and fun.&lt;br&gt; &lt;b&gt;Extraversion&lt;/b&gt; (70%) high which suggests you are overly talkative, outgoing, sociable and interacting at the expense too often of developing your own individual interests and internally based identity.&lt;br&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/table&gt; &lt;a href="http://similarminds.com/global5.html"&gt;Take Free Global Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://similarminds.com"&gt;personality tests by similarminds.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting results, I'm a very stable person (I do tend to be the person others call for support), I'm organised but am still flexible and know how to have fun and apparently I'm a show off (now where did they get that idea from!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-3205277116658779703?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/3205277116658779703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=3205277116658779703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/3205277116658779703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/3205277116658779703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/01/personality-traits.html' title='Personality traits'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-213388652774392631</id><published>2007-01-07T18:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-07T19:01:32.721Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vodka'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><title type='text'>Child's play</title><content type='html'>I actually posted a comment on someone else's blog, whooho, it wasn't till after I posted did I realise I was reading the archive, well it was only 4 months old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well trying on all my new clothes didn't stop my sister from raiding the pile, funny thing tho is that she took something she had bought me! no doubt it will end up back in my draw after she has spilt something on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A post everyday since I started and 2 yesterday, am I becoming an addict or do they just call this blogging...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my little girl decides to try my earrings on without telling me, the first I hear about it is the loud scream as it clamps shut on her ear, it even drew blood, awww poor thing, I think not, she won't try that again in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all a quiet weekend, I usually have a second new years eve party with the people who were with family for new year, we usually get strange looks from the staff when we start counting down and cheer at midnight, I think we're having one next week, will have to check with the rest of the girls and see whats going on, a weekend without vodka, how dare they!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-213388652774392631?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/213388652774392631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=213388652774392631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/213388652774392631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/213388652774392631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/01/childs-play.html' title='Child&apos;s play'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-8183849789654451190</id><published>2007-01-06T18:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T18:32:18.741Z</updated><title type='text'>Fashion sense!</title><content type='html'>I've done it, I managed to try everything on and it all fits! even the pair of jeans that didn't the other day, yey!!!&lt;br /&gt;half way through my sister rings me from the car (hands free of course) she's round the corner and can I meet her downstairs as she wants to go straight home, I'm on about my big sister now by the way, she's married with two kids of her own, her daughter is just a bit older than mine and her son is a few years younger, she'd taken them all out for the day so probably wasn't in the best of moods at this point, I grabbed the closest pair of shoes, which happened to be a pair of high heels and trundled downstairs to meet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now round the corner to me means about 2 minutes away so I didn't bother grabbing my jacket, so I'm standing in the doorway waiting for her car to pull up, I kept getting funny looks from people probably due to my attire, I was in high heels, casual jeans and a brightly decorated tee-shirt my sister had brought back from Australia, guess I won't be winning a fashion award any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25 minutes later! she pulls up, unusually chirpy, after a day with the 3 kids I'm usually ready to kill them, so anyway I get my daughter and some clothes she had bought and make our way up to my apartment, as we get in the door she asks why I didn't cut the tags of my clothes, to my horror I look in the mirror and see a big label stuck on my arse and tags hanging from the collar of my shirt, typical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sense!'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-3574567619844325156</id><published>2007-01-06T16:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T16:34:18.768Z</updated><title type='text'>Settling into the new year</title><content type='html'>And there was me thinking going back to work after the new year would be nice and relaxing, I was basing this opinion on previous years but I had been promoted in the summer and didn't have the quiet week before xmas I was used to, my last day in work was hectic, I thought a nice early finish, I was rushing around and didn't finish till late (later than a normal day) and the same in the new year, it's been a busy week (a 4 day week at that!) but I got away early on Friday so I'm hoping for a normal time of it next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't got round to trying on all my new clothes, think I'm going to have to quick since my sister keeps asking if this or that top she bought me fits, I didn't tell her the jeans were tight since she's a size smaller than me and would grab them in a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RZ_OJ0IchKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D-sA3w3OJd4/s1600-h/measuring.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016955177922233506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RZ_OJ0IchKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D-sA3w3OJd4/s320/measuring.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wanting to try posting an image here (since apparently you can)&lt;br /&gt;If you can see the image then it worked!! it's going to be my own &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/"&gt;bbc news&lt;/a&gt; site before you know it! ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also been reading some blogs, its funny that I didn't actually read any before I started blogging my self.&lt;br /&gt;here's one blog I quiet like &lt;a href="http://renegadeevolution.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Fine Art of Free Speech and Dissent &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this website brings a lot of blogs together &lt;a href="http://www.technorati.com/"&gt;technorati&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apologies if you have already seen them, I'm new at this so I guess I assume people reading this are too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-3574567619844325156?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/3574567619844325156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=3574567619844325156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/3574567619844325156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/3574567619844325156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/01/settling-into-new-year.html' title='Settling into the new year'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xC4I8GNh8uU/RZ_OJ0IchKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/D-sA3w3OJd4/s72-c/measuring.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-5933533493699602466</id><published>2007-01-05T23:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-05T23:19:08.123Z</updated><title type='text'>good old Photoshop</title><content type='html'>Well I managed to stitch together a couple of images and make a new header bar for this blog (the image is hosted on &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com"&gt;photobucket.com&lt;/a&gt; for those interested), I think it came out quite good since I didn't really know what I was aiming for in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For other people like me (i.e. who don't really know what we're doing) the image was made using blending and opacity, two quite simple techniques that I think came out rather well considering my very limited knowledge of image editing programs (in this case photoshop).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it looks like I've still not got round to posting about what I actually started this blog for in the first place, perhaps tomorrow ;) that is if I ever finishing trying on all the clothes I got for christmas, I was a bit disappointed when I tried on a new pair of jeans and there were a little tight, must be all those mince pies...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-5933533493699602466?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/5933533493699602466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=5933533493699602466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5933533493699602466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/5933533493699602466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-old-photoshop.html' title='good old Photoshop'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-4139281270076062341</id><published>2007-01-04T20:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-04T21:04:55.386Z</updated><title type='text'>Quiet day</title><content type='html'>It's been a quiet day today, I've been making notes about things that have happened over the last year or so and I suppose building up the courage to actually post something personal here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I registered here I thought easy, just write down what happens and just stuff like that i suppose, but now actually doing it seems a little harder, the first thought 'what if someone recognises me' how would I feel if someone I know commented about this blog to my face, I mean say I had a crush on one of my friends and they read what I wrote and asked me about it, most of you are probably saying that's great, you could get together where you wouldn't have other wise, but hmmm I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do still intend to post stuff here, just thinking that I may need to show a little self control in what I put here, well at least for now ;) and self control for me isn't all that easy, ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-4139281270076062341?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/4139281270076062341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=4139281270076062341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/4139281270076062341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/4139281270076062341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/01/quiet-day.html' title='Quiet day'/><author><name>Jessica</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17960895409636287080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://lh3.google.com/image/JessicaReality/RivSOISreUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/q8fhvHnqSrQ/s144/girls.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4210887301332003464.post-9155084163957107875</id><published>2007-01-03T23:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-04T00:14:25.335Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beginning'/><title type='text'>What's this all about</title><content type='html'>OK, so why am I writing this and what do I intend to write?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this because I sometimes find certain aspects of my life amusing, other times annoying, you know when you tell someone about something that happened that day and you both just start laughing even when the thing that happened probably wasn't funny at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't intend this to be a daily account of my life, just snippets for their entertainment value, I'll probably write about past events as I remember them but will mention that in the post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm honest then I guess that many of the events in my life have sexual under tones, It's funny that the society we live in gives the impression that women don't think about sex in their everyday lives, you hear guys in the office talking about the new girl with the big boobs but you don't hear about the girls talking about similar things, so this gives me a chance to write down how I interpret life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will change names and maybe some minor details to hide identities, if however you recognise me please don't post that on this (or indeed other) blogs, Jessica isn't my real name but I wish to keep the people who read and hopefully enjoy my comments on here separate from my everyday life, as you can probably understand what a person does in life is perhaps different than what they are thinking, so this is a little insight into how I think and I would appreciate your co-operation with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4210887301332003464-9155084163957107875?l=jessicareality.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/feeds/9155084163957107875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4210887301332003464&amp;postID=9155084163957107875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/9155084163957107875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4210887301332003464/posts/default/9155084163957107875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jessicareality.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-this-all-about.html' title='What&apos;s this all 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