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It's hard to think how 2007 could be a better year than 2006. Despite some of the shit I've ended this year on an up.
Hogmanay was pretty good all things considered. I was feeling really crappy during the day but went and met Geraldine, Becky and John before work and drank lots of Kronenburg and bubbly wine so my mood was suitably lifted by the time we had to start our shift.
It was pretty much non stop all night, very good crowd though, everyone was in a fab mood. I got my kiss at midnight from Kerron (prompting some cat calls from the punters as he was *very* passionate, not work friendly at all) and we cleaned up in recorded time (considering we were pretty bladdered by this point) so we sat about drinking more champagne and running about like twats, dancing to Long Blondes and doing slightly dirty things in the basement, or was that just me?
About 4am we got taxis to Kerron's flat and chilled there. I didn't really know many people apart from Kerron's flatmates and the few Tree peeps who came with us so i spent most of the night in Kerron's room with Lynne talking about stuff and rolling joints.
Suddenly it's 9am and Tree peeps are gone. I'm starting to get a bit antsy because I've taken too much stuff to be able to sleep and consequently I'm feeling stone cold sober. Head up to Kerron's room and try to sleep. Can't. He tries to help (sex is 10 times more effective to send a person off than valium dontcha know?) but I'm just not dozing off.
I lie there til 11am hearing bass and screeching girls downstaris. The doorbell goes, more people arrive. Kerron comes up to see me and I just burst into tears. I'm tired and sober and all i want to do is sleep beside my baby but he's still in party mode so eventually get a grip (after much hugs and some amazingly sweet things said to me by Kerron) and head off to my dad's to crash on the sofa at midday.
I get a text from Kerron at 8pm saying he's just going to bed.
I get another at 1am which wakes me up saying he's skateboarding on one of his friends, Butters. I phone him because I'm awake and bored now and he mutters stuff to me sounding utterly wrecked.
I wonder if I've ever really felt this way about someone before. It's not fair to compare relationships in this way, I know. But I wonder if I've ever been so open with someone in the way I am with him. I trust him so much, I do believe everything he says because he doesn't just tell me the good. He tells me everything and lets me make up my own mind, about us, about drugs, about him. I love that he misses me after 2 days apart, that he's not used to it because he and Rebecca lived together after 2 months I love to know that I keep him on his toes, that I don't let him get comfortable and complacent, and that he does the same to me. I love knowing that he notices and compliments things about me that I thought only I knew where there and considered them a good thing.
I'm hoping to go to Canada with Geraldine this summer which would be amazing.
Hogmanay was pretty good all things considered. I was feeling really crappy during the day but went and met Geraldine, Becky and John before work and drank lots of Kronenburg and bubbly wine so my mood was suitably lifted by the time we had to start our shift.
It was pretty much non stop all night, very good crowd though, everyone was in a fab mood. I got my kiss at midnight from Kerron (prompting some cat calls from the punters as he was *very* passionate, not work friendly at all) and we cleaned up in recorded time (considering we were pretty bladdered by this point) so we sat about drinking more champagne and running about like twats, dancing to Long Blondes and doing slightly dirty things in the basement, or was that just me?
About 4am we got taxis to Kerron's flat and chilled there. I didn't really know many people apart from Kerron's flatmates and the few Tree peeps who came with us so i spent most of the night in Kerron's room with Lynne talking about stuff and rolling joints.
Suddenly it's 9am and Tree peeps are gone. I'm starting to get a bit antsy because I've taken too much stuff to be able to sleep and consequently I'm feeling stone cold sober. Head up to Kerron's room and try to sleep. Can't. He tries to help (sex is 10 times more effective to send a person off than valium dontcha know?) but I'm just not dozing off.
I lie there til 11am hearing bass and screeching girls downstaris. The doorbell goes, more people arrive. Kerron comes up to see me and I just burst into tears. I'm tired and sober and all i want to do is sleep beside my baby but he's still in party mode so eventually get a grip (after much hugs and some amazingly sweet things said to me by Kerron) and head off to my dad's to crash on the sofa at midday.
I get a text from Kerron at 8pm saying he's just going to bed.
I get another at 1am which wakes me up saying he's skateboarding on one of his friends, Butters. I phone him because I'm awake and bored now and he mutters stuff to me sounding utterly wrecked.
I wonder if I've ever really felt this way about someone before. It's not fair to compare relationships in this way, I know. But I wonder if I've ever been so open with someone in the way I am with him. I trust him so much, I do believe everything he says because he doesn't just tell me the good. He tells me everything and lets me make up my own mind, about us, about drugs, about him. I love that he misses me after 2 days apart, that he's not used to it because he and Rebecca lived together after 2 months I love to know that I keep him on his toes, that I don't let him get comfortable and complacent, and that he does the same to me. I love knowing that he notices and compliments things about me that I thought only I knew where there and considered them a good thing.
I'm hoping to go to Canada with Geraldine this summer which would be amazing.