Marlboro On: 'My housemate has an eating disorder... I'm just not sure what it is'

This is what my housemate announced to her boyfriend when they came home to me chomping my way through my very own 'candy-mountain'.

Yes the fat spinster party indulgence has been going on for the past few weeks... To be fair I have the eating habits of a 6 year at the best of times, so its not a case of over eating as much as it is a case of eating only what I like...

In response to a comment made on Princesse's post below with regards to 'not updating enough' I've decided to title this next section:

A Marlboro Update: The ramblings of a sugar- crazed 25 yr old.

here's what's going on in my world...

1. MUSIC MAN...

well it turns out he is not starting his stint full time in the office until the end of June so I guess you and I both will have to wait and see what happens.

He is still officially hot and I'm officially smitten so be ready for the forth coming posts titled 'why doesn't he love me?' filled with tales of stakerish adoration and intense self-loathing... sprinkled with the invariable inaction on my part.

2. LIKE ALL GREAT NOVELS...

...and the occasional bad one; just when you think the story can not be dragged out any further, the author surprises you by stretching out the already exhausted plot with a 2nd part.

It turns out the tale of the Hottie and the Chain-Smoking Vixen has a sequel, though the name of the novel is still being decided on.

I was thinking perhaps: Are we doing this again? Really really? or Vixens should know better but when it's this hot why stop? It'll probably end up being, I'm done with men and going gay, yes really really. Yes I know I always say this but, I'm serious this time. I'm just waiting for the rest of this installment to play out before I make my final decision.

Really though, I see him in the pub (in fact I see him everywhere, living is such close proximity, it cannot really be avoided) and he looks all cute in his beenie hat... then, we make small talk and in conversation he tells me how he and his brother spent the weekend with their grandparents and loved it...

Then I see him again outside my home going crazy-gaga over local's Labrador puppy....

Then he texts me the next day to say he doesn't mean to bother me, but can't stop thinking about me...

... and that's when my boobs (and other parts of my anatomy) go all sparkly, I lose my resolve and allow him back into my phonebook, back into my life and inevitably back into my bed.

What can I say? I'm just a sucker, but at least I have got him to pull BOOTY-TIME up to 11.30pm, so at least I won't be completely shattered for my 9am meetings...

Blah.

Moving on again...

3. IT SEEMS...

I have another shiny event to attend imminently - and about time too, because it's been a while - the account executive on my team has invited me to her wedding.

Yes I am her 'boss'...

...and yes she is THE SAME AGE AS ME (queue, biological clock alarm bells)

...and yes I should despise her, but she is adorable so I will suck it up and go.

The wedding is in a beautiful castle in the South of France and is being part funded and attended by her father the fashion designer (it is enough to make you sick right) Yves Castaldi, who has invited Gilles Marini...

yes the hot naked guy from sex and the city.

Yes he is also married.

Excuse me while I go kill myself.

At least I'll have an excuse for the lateness of my next post right?

humpft.

MM x

*Almost forgot to mention, Hottie's 'supermodel' brother has been all over the papers recently, because has starting shagging well known English celeb. Princess is particularly traumatised by this information. She was hoping to snag him so that we could become 'real life sisters'.

** Anon 15:00, I am not a machine, and LSL is alive and well, probably sunning herself in Monaco for all I actually know. Don't fret, you will always have me though, I'll let her kow you asked about her

*No that's not me in the header, in fact it's not any of us... but it tickles us that you still are guessing;-)