Ain't No Happiness Nowhere

Ain't No Happiness Nowhere

I'm still around. I've been laying low for the holidays. Strangely, I haven't felt inspired to write and I've been OK about that. Usually when I don't write I get that guilty feeling; the same guilty feeling you get by not going to the gym. Even when I'm not writing this blog, usually I'm writing something: chapters for my novel, movie reviews, articles, something at least.

It's weird that I haven't felt the need to write anything. The only reason why I'm writing this is because I didn't want a whole month to go by without saying something.

The boyfriend situation is OK. I dunno, I feel like I really shouldn't talk him so much here. As far as the relationship goes, things aren't amazing, but they aren't horrible. It's just OK. Rather boring actually. He came over last week and stayed nearly the whole week. It was nice. God, 'nice' is such a bland word. Read between the lines here, people. Anyhow we got to watching that Chris Rock HBO special, "Never Scared."

There's a bit in that special that especially caught my attention. It's when Chris Rock says, "Married and bored or single and lonely. Ain't no happiness nowhere."


It suddenly struck me, what if that's true? What if those are the only two choices in life? MARRIED & BORED vs SINGLE & LONELY.

Surely it's better to married and bored, right? When married people are really bored they can do things to distract themselves (e.g. have affairs). And from my experience of sleeping with married men, married guys actually want to stay married. They have no desire to leave their wives and enter singledom again. Why is that? It must be because being married and bored is the better alternative to single and lonely, right?

I haven't quite worked that answer out yet. It's just something I've been thinking about.

Love form Bournemouth

I'm in an internet cafe in Bournemouth not too far from the seafront.

No, I haven't moved in with Pete. I think if this wasn't my life I would find it soooo hilarious! I came down to Bournouth yesterday because I had a meeting in Hove. So I figured I'd visit Pete while I was down here.

We went to a pub. While we were there he mentioned the idea of moving in together. I uneasily said, "We'll have to talk about it."

I don't think I'm ready to move in with anyone right now. That thought was further cemented when I saw where Pete was staying - a youth hostel. WTF?!?!?

He says he's only here two nights a week while he does a course at Bournmouth Uni. He says he spends the rest of the time in his flat in Kilburn. But every time he mentioned his "Bournemouth place." I envisioned a cosy 1 bedroom flat with possibly a view of the seaside. Never in my wildest dreams did I think it was a youth hostel! It was totally creepy. 3 beds in the room -- although it's only him that "lives there". A dingy little sink. Glow in the dark stickers on the ceiling. When you walk into his room, his door on the outside says, "Atif loves the cock."

OMG what have I gotten into? Ok, time at the internet cafe is running low. Gotta go v v soon. I didn't even get to mention the part where I checked his mobile phone and saw a listing in his address book that said, "Wife."

Yes, I was snooping. And yes, I copied down the number. Will investigate later today.

Anjelika xx

Naive Bournemouth Girl?

No computer. Blogging from iPod. Must be terse.

Yesterday, Pete asked me to move in with him - in Bournemouth!

He has accepted a job there. He wants me to move in with him.

Can I possibly leave London? Is it too soon to move in? Should I consider it? How would the dog cope?