The party of all parties...

So it's monday night. £1.50 drinks and a chance to drink away those Monday blues...



...And for her, the boy blues too!



He hadn't called or text. Another one bites the dust.

"I just don't understand, it's not like i sleep with them on the first date, or talk about kids and marriage. Am i really that awful to be around?"



Of course she isn't...

It's kind of like her wardrobe. Messy. Some things fit, but they need throwing away, or given to someone else. Those beautiful, lavish garments, but they just don't seem to go with anything else she has. And then those shoes. The red 5 inch killer heels, which hug her feet perfectly. The only thing is, they're on the top shelf..and she just can't seem to reach them.

But you know what? Those Jimmy Choos can wait, cause right now, she's having too much fun to sort anything out, let alone her wardrobe. But when she does...i've already put my name on that cute little black dress.

Much Love, Is xoxo

When He's Just Not That Into You...

"Likeable romcom, enlivened by a strong cast and a decent script, though it's still 30 minutes longer than any romcom has a right to be."

And a fabulous 30 minutes at that...


It picks and scrapes at every womans mind, and answers those questions which your girlfriends (or you're GBF ('gay best friend' for those of you who are not quite up to date on this whole abrieviating thing yet) are just too 'kind' to answer..

If he's not calling you...

If he's not having sex with you..

If he only wants to see you when he's drunk...

Yes, you guessed it..

He's just not that into you!

As i watched religiously at the sterotyped female characters (and, of course, Ben Afflecks bottom) i witnessed almost every dating drama to date:

The lying, dishonest man; The confusing, crossed-signals 'i want you now i don't' guy, the 'i just want to be friends' kinda man; The nice guy who you want it to work out with but it just doesn't fit one; Oh and our all time favourite..da da daaaaa..The j'ust trying to get into you're pants' man.

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So, you've just come out of a relationship with the one guy who feeds you them cheesey bullshit one liners and leads you into thinking 'he's the one'. So you need some time with your girlfriends, a few movies, a few too many glasses of wine, and a few cheeky text messages to the 'Ex-Ex' (yes, the one who you dated before the one you're trying to get over).

And then he comes along. Dixon. He's just what you need right now and you have everyone saying "the best way to get over him is to move on". So that's what she does. The private 'folder' of his text messages (even the realllllly dirty ones) DELETE. His number. DELETE. The pictures of you both together. DELETE. His facebook. DELETE. Ok, maybe not his facebook, come on, whats better when you're so close to trying to remember his number to text him to see 'how things are', then clicking onto his page to see his status still set as single and the girl he's standing next to in that photo making nelly the elephant look like she has anorexia.

Gone. Out of your life with a sigh of relief. Afterall, she's got Dixon now right?
Or maybe not.
I mean, he's a nice guy, not exactly her 'type' but hey, maybe they have the spark?

The spark. Does the spark even exist? Is it that feeling that even the first time you see him you want to tear his pants off right there and then? Does it grow as you both get to know eachother?

No. But to her, yes. The spark DOES exsist, and is she feeling it? No.


And that's when you have to ask yourself..

What if she's just not that into you...

Much Love, Is xoxo

Blogging? What the hell is blogging? Of course i've heard about the supposed 'blogosphere' but i never quite understood how it worked or why it was ever created. First Myspace, then Facebook, and now blogging. Is it like the place for writer's annonymus? Ok, here goes, 'Hello everyone. My name's Emma and I want to be a writer'.

Blogging. Right, so i've spent the last hour and a half learning about how this 'blogging' thing rolls, and saying blogging over and over again in my head. Blogging. Blogging. Blogging.

So, what are we doing tonight? Shh Isabella, not now.

Why is everyone typing away so fast? What the hell are they writing? So it can be some sort of online diary, right? maybe that could work. Or something i'm interested in? Hmmmm..

Oh come on it's not that hard. You're really not helping Is. Well then just write about me. Isabella Brown. Everything you wish you were, but everything you're not...