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Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, I feel loved! Just left Pip at the train-station after hugging her goodbye for about literally five minutes. She didn't want to let go! Aww, bless :)
My hugs are "immaculate" apparently tee hee. Which is good to hear as they have been seriously slipping in quality as of late, as I'm sure Shiona or Isla can probably attest to. Don't know why, but they just were... a bit rubbish for a while, but nope, no longer! The all-loving embrace has returned. So much so that you won't want to leave my arms. Ever.
Well, maybe not ever... but after a little while.
It was so nice hehe. And easily the best compliment I think I've ever had fo' shizzle.
But as if two people hugging for five minutes didn't look odd enough, try picturing it with us singing Bon Jovi's 'Always'. Oh yes, I kid you not. Do not laugh in the face of the majesty that is the cheddar-stenched power ballad! Rar.
... now I can't sing a love song like the way it's meant to be, I guess I'm just not that good anymore, but baby, that's just meeeeeeeee...
YUS!
On a whole, this week has been a tad peculiar though, with things ranging from preposterous law exams and trying to study through incoherent jargon, to Fiona and her pig porn (don't ask), to trying to think of new, ingenious ways to entertain myself at home without the internet - at which I failed. Along with the overall weirdness this week, there has been the token shitty day where I end up depressed and bloodshot-eyed for no reason. Well, there was a reason, but not something I can be assed going into, but yeah, just the usual shit that seems to turn me into that miserable, self-loathing teenage stereotype you all love so much.
But I'm good now though, I always am in the end, just my Sagittarian moods go up and down faster than a horny hooker, so that is a bit rubbish obviously. Ah well.
I have all of next week off, where one of the days I shall be hanging with Ms Shiona (Happy birthday dear!) and hopefully Pip on another day. If anyone else is free and wants to do something, you know where I am, and having no bloody life I'll always be free.
I'll leave you with the ever-flawless words of Conor Oberst, and arguably my favourite Bright Eyes song. Really, can anyone listen to this song and not slap on a cheesy grin the size of Texas???? Just perfect. Pompous bitch of a title though...
Goodbye all x
'You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.'
:: Well, you say that I treat you like a book on a shelf
I don't take you out that often 'cause I know that I completed you and that's why you are here
That's the reason you stay here
How awful that must feel
You said you would be my dream, I could have you every night
And if by morning, I'd forgotten you, well no big deal, that'd be all right
'Cause you're the reoccurring kind
You are the reoccurring kind
You never really leave my mind
Are you the love of my lifetime?
Cause there have been times I've had my doubts
We were just kids when I first kissed you in the attic of my parents house, and I wish we were there now
It took so long to figure out
What this book has been about
Now I write when I'm away, letters that you'll never read
You said go explore those other women, the geography of their bodies, but there's just one map you'll need
You're a boomerang you'll see
You will return to me
You will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.
You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You, you will.
'Cause if you don't, then this book is all lies
If you don't, then my plans would all be ruined
If you don't, I'll start drinking like the way I drank before
And I just won't have a future anymore ::
My hugs are "immaculate" apparently tee hee. Which is good to hear as they have been seriously slipping in quality as of late, as I'm sure Shiona or Isla can probably attest to. Don't know why, but they just were... a bit rubbish for a while, but nope, no longer! The all-loving embrace has returned. So much so that you won't want to leave my arms. Ever.
Well, maybe not ever... but after a little while.
It was so nice hehe. And easily the best compliment I think I've ever had fo' shizzle.
But as if two people hugging for five minutes didn't look odd enough, try picturing it with us singing Bon Jovi's 'Always'. Oh yes, I kid you not. Do not laugh in the face of the majesty that is the cheddar-stenched power ballad! Rar.
... now I can't sing a love song like the way it's meant to be, I guess I'm just not that good anymore, but baby, that's just meeeeeeeee...
YUS!
On a whole, this week has been a tad peculiar though, with things ranging from preposterous law exams and trying to study through incoherent jargon, to Fiona and her pig porn (don't ask), to trying to think of new, ingenious ways to entertain myself at home without the internet - at which I failed. Along with the overall weirdness this week, there has been the token shitty day where I end up depressed and bloodshot-eyed for no reason. Well, there was a reason, but not something I can be assed going into, but yeah, just the usual shit that seems to turn me into that miserable, self-loathing teenage stereotype you all love so much.
But I'm good now though, I always am in the end, just my Sagittarian moods go up and down faster than a horny hooker, so that is a bit rubbish obviously. Ah well.
I have all of next week off, where one of the days I shall be hanging with Ms Shiona (Happy birthday dear!) and hopefully Pip on another day. If anyone else is free and wants to do something, you know where I am, and having no bloody life I'll always be free.
I'll leave you with the ever-flawless words of Conor Oberst, and arguably my favourite Bright Eyes song. Really, can anyone listen to this song and not slap on a cheesy grin the size of Texas???? Just perfect. Pompous bitch of a title though...
Goodbye all x
'You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.'
:: Well, you say that I treat you like a book on a shelf
I don't take you out that often 'cause I know that I completed you and that's why you are here
That's the reason you stay here
How awful that must feel
You said you would be my dream, I could have you every night
And if by morning, I'd forgotten you, well no big deal, that'd be all right
'Cause you're the reoccurring kind
You are the reoccurring kind
You never really leave my mind
Are you the love of my lifetime?
Cause there have been times I've had my doubts
We were just kids when I first kissed you in the attic of my parents house, and I wish we were there now
It took so long to figure out
What this book has been about
Now I write when I'm away, letters that you'll never read
You said go explore those other women, the geography of their bodies, but there's just one map you'll need
You're a boomerang you'll see
You will return to me
You will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will.
You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You? Will. You, you will.
'Cause if you don't, then this book is all lies
If you don't, then my plans would all be ruined
If you don't, I'll start drinking like the way I drank before
And I just won't have a future anymore ::