WHEELS AND DEALS

Went to see Mean Girls last night with Jon and Cameron who were most embarassed that I was laughing loudest in the cinema. I was slightly perturbed by Lindsey Lohan's freckle on her lip but found the film absolutely hilarious. I won't go on about the plot but it's very teen, camp and fabulous. Not quite Heathers but funny nonetheless. Ana Gasteyer was in it and hasn't she changed from her Divas skit?! She reminded me of my pre-op transsexual friend, Becky who used to be called Robert. Not a good look Ana and a bit of botox wouldn't hurt either!

It also turns out that Deborah had actually dropped her car keys in the street which is how her car was stolen. I couldn't help but laugh and thought about going over to offer commiserations/ insert bitchy comments into the conversation but didn't have time. It was her birthday though so may buy her a toy car cos it's the only set of wheels she'll be getting seen as the insurance won't be paying out for her faux pas.

Heather - my satanic boss - is going on holidays today and I just know that she's planning to piss me off by draggin' my ass round for not hitting targets. I've got a target of her's I'd like to hit - her moustache. So 2 weeks without Big H will be like 2 weeks holiday for myself - but then again, I manage to do so little, every day is a holiday in this place! Heather's manager, the newly slimmed Linda was coaching me the other day and fedback yesterday that my work was simply - divine. I could tell that Heather practically choked on her own bad dress sense when I told her. To be fair, she's been not too bad recently especially when I mentioned I may visit my doctor for work stress. I have spent most of yesterday and today in work checking out flights and hotels for next year, rather than work my ass off I'm working out which boutique hotel to stay at NYC. David planted the seed and think we're off to the west coat aswell and hitting San Francisco!!! I've been reading up on it and am creaminy me knickers at the thought of going to the gayest place on earth - other than my Bette Davis and Joan Crawford DVD Collection. Want to book pronto cos the deals are fab but David being the pauper that he pretends to be will take an age to cough up the cash. Who cares though it's 5 nights in San Fran and 5 in NYC - sounds divine!