Not much to say... went out Thursday and got stociously drunk. Snogged someone who's name and face disappeared from my memory about two seconds after he went off to the bathroom. Eek. 2nd year in UCD though. Eeek. A bit too young for me, like, unless he was a decrepit mature student like myself.
ANYway, I was in that mood where I would have slept with some minger, for sure, had it not been for the whole living with parents thing. Yeesh, it's getting difficult.
Usually SWB likes, (if possible on the actual day) upon a breakup, to go out, get hammered and sleep with at least one person. This pattern will be repeated until the next boyfriend presents himself. But I can't do that now cos I live at HOME! New coping mechanism needed.
The remainder of the weekend I did nothing- NOTHING. Well, apart from visit two friends at their gaffs. But how dull. Roll on August...
In other news, three books not to send to your ex on the occasion of his 29th Birthday...
Enduring Love by Ian McEwan
Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami
Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro
No idea who this person is, but he came up under a google image search for 'norwegian wood'. No idea why.
Other options were
ah, the glorious ambiguity of the english language, eh?