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Rawr, I need a new job. Every other day there's something that makes me worry or panic and it's sending me a bit around the bend. An hour I was fretting over something today that wasn't really anything to do with me, I ended up with such a horrible headache.
What's happened since I last bothered to update...
WELL.
Lunchtime friend I don't speak to anymore, I don't think she realises why but it means I have lunch times to myself. I don't do much apart from eat and read and it's perfect. Although last time I went out with her I ended up finding a nice dress in New Look for my holiday. But yeah, now we don't talk. Not much of a loss though, really.
I've been working my way through The Crimson Petal and the White again, now I've finished 50 Shades. So much better. SOMUCH. It makes me want cream cakes though. They eat one at the beginning and I wanted one then, now I think of it every time I pick the book up.
OH. The Wanker is moving to central London. Covent Garden. So awfully jealous I could strangle him. I ended up spending half the day on RightMove looking at things and getting more and more depressed.
I turned 22, didn't I? Well that happened. And then Bessie Mate did and when we all went out to celebrate she did that thing, you know when little kids act up around their friends? She did that, with her boyfriend. "Oh I was telling him about when you threw up on the train!" "Lauren never sees any films with me after she said she would." etc etc. She better stop that or we'll have "Oh I was just telling your boyfriend about the time fucked off with Ben1 to have sex against a garden fence... You remember, you lied about where you went and got me to call Platypus after and tell him nothing had happened. What a laugh." And I don't think she'd like that, for some reason.
Maybe I'm just a mean person.
Fuck sake, I got my dad to clean my laptop fan and he did the keyboard as well, now nothing types properly. The A key is dodgy, and seeing as I'm tying 'Arthur' a lot at the moment it's a problem.
And I have a new iPod. Shiny shiny iPod touch and I love it, even if it is unnamed. It has a case that looks like a penguin. With danglyy feet!
There, now you're up to date.
What's happened since I last bothered to update...
WELL.
Lunchtime friend I don't speak to anymore, I don't think she realises why but it means I have lunch times to myself. I don't do much apart from eat and read and it's perfect. Although last time I went out with her I ended up finding a nice dress in New Look for my holiday. But yeah, now we don't talk. Not much of a loss though, really.
I've been working my way through The Crimson Petal and the White again, now I've finished 50 Shades. So much better. SOMUCH. It makes me want cream cakes though. They eat one at the beginning and I wanted one then, now I think of it every time I pick the book up.
OH. The Wanker is moving to central London. Covent Garden. So awfully jealous I could strangle him. I ended up spending half the day on RightMove looking at things and getting more and more depressed.
I turned 22, didn't I? Well that happened. And then Bessie Mate did and when we all went out to celebrate she did that thing, you know when little kids act up around their friends? She did that, with her boyfriend. "Oh I was telling him about when you threw up on the train!" "Lauren never sees any films with me after she said she would." etc etc. She better stop that or we'll have "Oh I was just telling your boyfriend about the time fucked off with Ben1 to have sex against a garden fence... You remember, you lied about where you went and got me to call Platypus after and tell him nothing had happened. What a laugh." And I don't think she'd like that, for some reason.
Maybe I'm just a mean person.
Fuck sake, I got my dad to clean my laptop fan and he did the keyboard as well, now nothing types properly. The A key is dodgy, and seeing as I'm tying 'Arthur' a lot at the moment it's a problem.
And I have a new iPod. Shiny shiny iPod touch and I love it, even if it is unnamed. It has a case that looks like a penguin. With danglyy feet!
There, now you're up to date.