Things seem to be finally going my way. After a very busy last two weeks i have been told that i might need to move to California sooner, and on top of that i've been told that it will San Fransisco and not LA that i will have the opportunity to live. A am so physiqued, i was a little scared about moving to west coast in the first place but it makes me feel 1000 bloody times better that it will be in SF and not LA, from what ive heard, SF is a little slower pace and it is by the water which is perfect, if my facts are wrong please some one correct me, either way i am so excited.

Overall it was just and odd day, day off from work so i lounged around all day, finished a few dresses that i was running behind on and did some cleaning, god knows i bloody needed to, but i still feel like it was a wast of a day overall, and im not sure why

So today was Saint Patrick's Day and i had a brilliant time, altough it was a little obnoctious seeing all these wanks walking aorund with the green shirts and top hats but other then that it was brilliant. I did some mild shopping and started planning out my new Tattoo, so it was a really productive day i guess.

So i walk onto the design floor and take a look at my station and there is a purple dildo just sitting right next to my soewing machine, i mean it was just casualy laying there in all its glory. So i go up to my team leader laughing like a mouron with a dildo in my hand and ask what this is about. It appears that i am going to be receiving a promotion and will need to be moving to CALIFORNIA in the next calender year, at first i think that he is joking with me, but after a second or two i realize that he is being bloody serious. First thought in my head is that this is to good to be true, but then i start thinking about the fact that he said calfornia, i mean i love it over there, if i could have moved straight there from Manchester i would have and now im being put into a situation where i can be there, im not sure what to do but all i know is california here i come.