Give me a good film noir and a bottle of gin, I'll be happy to stay inside
I forgot, I hit the sales today. Didn't really find anything that remarkable, I couldnt' be fucked with the crowds and my dad was hanging over me and my mum being very rude very loudly about how shit and inbred aberdonians are. Not very nice.
However, I did get a second hand sofa, nice and squashy. Big enough for getting properly cosy on and only £63.50 including delivery from Barnardos. It's only about a year old too which is ace. AND I got some jeans (non stretchy!) a size 12. Fucking WHOOT! Because seriously, my hips are killers. I do love my curves when they're in control (and recently they've been kinda acting out) but finding jeans to fit is usually impossible. I usually have to go for a 16 just to fit them and then they're baggy around my legs. So these jeans were £15 in the sale and fit perfectly. And that was after the major blow out of Christmas dinner. Starting to get a bit of a pot belly though. Must get that sorted.
I also got some stuff from Ann Summers, a couple of corsets which fit but they fasten at the back and it exposes a lot of flesh so I dunno about them. Probably stick them on Ebay.
Oh god. The idea of being in Inverness for tomorrow and Friday is really filling me with dread. I really don't want to.
RE: needing a change. I know it's probably the unremarkableness of the last week, the feeling of being utterly disillusioned and depressed by the whole festive season and stuff, but I've not been feeling overly excited about Kerron and me. I do love him, and I still get that flippy stomach feeling when I think about his past and stuff. It's not that i don't care, but I'm just not as excited as I was. It sounds horrible but it seems like this month has been the turning point. The honeymoon period seems to be over and we're past just shagging and being utterly obsessed with each other and it's calmer now. But I don't want calm. I want him to whisk me away, to take me out for dinner or something. Romance has never featured highly in my relationships, I think the boys I choose are too self concious for it, but I would really like to do something cheesy like get dressed up with Kerron and go to see a movie and then dinner, somewhere nice. Then a walk along the beach.
Wake up Kate. You live in Aberdeen, it's the end of December and minus zero outside. Not to mention the beach in Aberdeen is one of the sketchiest areas in town.
I guess this is the problem with the guys I date. Kerron's a sweetheart but he's not raking it in. And I hate that I sound so greedy and materialistic but I'd like, just for once in a relationship to feel like a guy put in as much thought for stuff for me as I do for him. Any stuff, whether it's presents or even just offering to help cook dinner. It'd be nice to feel...valued. Appriciated. And no, I don't think that the only way he can show it is by spending money on me, but maybe it would help a little.
However, I did get a second hand sofa, nice and squashy. Big enough for getting properly cosy on and only £63.50 including delivery from Barnardos. It's only about a year old too which is ace. AND I got some jeans (non stretchy!) a size 12. Fucking WHOOT! Because seriously, my hips are killers. I do love my curves when they're in control (and recently they've been kinda acting out) but finding jeans to fit is usually impossible. I usually have to go for a 16 just to fit them and then they're baggy around my legs. So these jeans were £15 in the sale and fit perfectly. And that was after the major blow out of Christmas dinner. Starting to get a bit of a pot belly though. Must get that sorted.
I also got some stuff from Ann Summers, a couple of corsets which fit but they fasten at the back and it exposes a lot of flesh so I dunno about them. Probably stick them on Ebay.
Oh god. The idea of being in Inverness for tomorrow and Friday is really filling me with dread. I really don't want to.
RE: needing a change. I know it's probably the unremarkableness of the last week, the feeling of being utterly disillusioned and depressed by the whole festive season and stuff, but I've not been feeling overly excited about Kerron and me. I do love him, and I still get that flippy stomach feeling when I think about his past and stuff. It's not that i don't care, but I'm just not as excited as I was. It sounds horrible but it seems like this month has been the turning point. The honeymoon period seems to be over and we're past just shagging and being utterly obsessed with each other and it's calmer now. But I don't want calm. I want him to whisk me away, to take me out for dinner or something. Romance has never featured highly in my relationships, I think the boys I choose are too self concious for it, but I would really like to do something cheesy like get dressed up with Kerron and go to see a movie and then dinner, somewhere nice. Then a walk along the beach.
Wake up Kate. You live in Aberdeen, it's the end of December and minus zero outside. Not to mention the beach in Aberdeen is one of the sketchiest areas in town.
I guess this is the problem with the guys I date. Kerron's a sweetheart but he's not raking it in. And I hate that I sound so greedy and materialistic but I'd like, just for once in a relationship to feel like a guy put in as much thought for stuff for me as I do for him. Any stuff, whether it's presents or even just offering to help cook dinner. It'd be nice to feel...valued. Appriciated. And no, I don't think that the only way he can show it is by spending money on me, but maybe it would help a little.