I just cancelled my gym membership. Can't afford it any more. Oh well. I can feel a return to obesity beckoning... I have no idea how much I weigh at the moment, because I've consistently failed to go to the gym for the last couple of weeks. And I think my belly is bigger than it was before - but I'm trying to put that down to pre-period water retention. Uh-huh. Who am I kidding?

Anyhow.

I just wrote an email to my ex telling him that I'd left my old job and what I'm doing now (in case he'd tried to email me at my old work address). Heh, he was always a bit 'funny' about porn, and it appears he still is. You'd think that knowing I now work in porn, he wouldn't be, but in his email reply he sheepishly admit he still likes to look at porn. Er, OK - like I'd mind (?). When we were together, I suggested we look at porn together (since I knew he looked at it, and our sex life was bad and I thought it would improve it), but he was all weirded out by me suggesting it. It was as if he thought porn could only ever be a solitary pursuit. He was pretty open with me about looking at it, and he knew I looked at some occasionally too, but he practically freaked at the idea of us doing it together. He was generally a bit strange, I see that now. Hell, he didn't even like to do it doggystyle...

His news was that he's sold some software he's been developing (and seeing to end-users) since University to a big US audio software company. Ergo, he's now loaded. I would expect myself to feel a pang of regret at this point, but do I? Hell no. No amount of money is worth a poor sex life ;-)

Right, I want to go home now, and have sex with my current, hangup-free, boyfriend.