That’s Stella

I have stopped kissing (or seeing) the boy I couldn’t hold a conversation with. It was only too easy to forget about him. I only do stupid things because I’m still young and in another 5-10 years I doubt I could get away with such bad behaviour.

Plus, who doesn’t need a bit of a tide over till the next someone comes by.

Anyway just on a funny side note, the boy who couldn’t hold a conversation is apparantly “married” to someone else now according to his Facebook status. To be honest, it was a bit of a blow that he found someone else so quickly and felt that “In a relationship with ” wasn’t a sufficient description for their status.

I’ve had a bit of a rollercoaster week.

I am really nervous about turning down this other agency who are offering me something my current agency could never offer me. I am worried I am going to regret it. I am worried my plans in the US will crash and burn. I am really stressed out thinking about something that is only flattering and lovely.

Don’t judge me…. But I have been getting closer to George Clooney. I wish he was 10 years younger without kids and a wife. I would never do anything to jeopardise his marriage because I believe in karma. And because it’s so wrong. But it still doesn’t make it easier to forget about him.

Lately it feels like there have been forces tempting me to stay in Perth.

I’ve been offered a promotion and more money – at another agency. It’s not like I even expressed any interest obviously – because I’m leaving. But I am so flattered that I have been flirting with the idea and met them to have a chat. They’re offering me something truly unique that it really has made me question my decision to leave.

I couldn’t sleep last night thinking about it.

But when I finally did fall asleep, I was awoken by my cell phone.

It was a message from one of my besties:

“I’m in New York walking to Soho. It’s such a great city. You are going to have the time of your life. Xxx”

It was like a perfect sign.

And you know what? That is all I needed to hear to know I was on the right track and making the right decision to leave.