What ever happened to Jillian?
I know I haven’t updated in a while and I’m sure many of you were terribly concerned. It’s ok I’m very much alive. I’ve been doing Uni work and GOING to work and eating Tacos (vegetarian of course.)
I’ve written my first inspired poem, it’s called the meaning of life. Here it is my debut.
The Meaning of Life
I like jelly
Creative writing Richard and I came up with it yesterday. Don’t be jealous if you’re not as accomplished as me. All that it takes is a little practise and heaps of passion.
I have to go soon but let me update you on the week past.
I kissed a 19 year old, what’s wrong with me? Perhaps I’m finally finding people nearer my own age attractive. I’m reverting back to my early teenage years where the word “slut” means something completely different to what it does now.
I spoke to some terrible people on the phone at work, one man was “messing with me” so I pretended to cry and he apologised profusely…who’s messing with who now! I have a knack at selling ‘Practical Caravan’ magazine; it’s so great it practically sells itself.
We had our first flat…almost…sort of fight last night because…because…hmmm the reason will come to me soon. We are all loved up again now of course.
Liam and Maria went on an adventure to Croydon at 1am. They returned with lots of trashy magazines some boys on the bus had obviously stolen from a newsagent delivery van. They shared the wealth and I got a free pencil case AND a poster of ‘Sons of Dork’ out of it.
I saw I man last night who was standing on the pavement just holding a little toy car out in front of his face…spooky…yes?
There are butterflies in my stomach that won’t go away, I have a feeling something BIG is going to happen in the near future.
I’m back on the 19th of December people, feel free to shower me with gifts and pamper me like a princess upon my return. I can’t wait to go to Vice Versa, Mosh and the Orange Tree (of course) I went to Retribution over the summer, never again, I feel too old there now, it belongs to the baby Goths mwhaha.
Ok I’m about to dash, or at least walk briskly.
May fairy dust fall on your head forever.
Ciao
I’ve written my first inspired poem, it’s called the meaning of life. Here it is my debut.
The Meaning of Life
I like jelly
Creative writing Richard and I came up with it yesterday. Don’t be jealous if you’re not as accomplished as me. All that it takes is a little practise and heaps of passion.
I have to go soon but let me update you on the week past.
I kissed a 19 year old, what’s wrong with me? Perhaps I’m finally finding people nearer my own age attractive. I’m reverting back to my early teenage years where the word “slut” means something completely different to what it does now.
I spoke to some terrible people on the phone at work, one man was “messing with me” so I pretended to cry and he apologised profusely…who’s messing with who now! I have a knack at selling ‘Practical Caravan’ magazine; it’s so great it practically sells itself.
We had our first flat…almost…sort of fight last night because…because…hmmm the reason will come to me soon. We are all loved up again now of course.
Liam and Maria went on an adventure to Croydon at 1am. They returned with lots of trashy magazines some boys on the bus had obviously stolen from a newsagent delivery van. They shared the wealth and I got a free pencil case AND a poster of ‘Sons of Dork’ out of it.
I saw I man last night who was standing on the pavement just holding a little toy car out in front of his face…spooky…yes?
There are butterflies in my stomach that won’t go away, I have a feeling something BIG is going to happen in the near future.
I’m back on the 19th of December people, feel free to shower me with gifts and pamper me like a princess upon my return. I can’t wait to go to Vice Versa, Mosh and the Orange Tree (of course) I went to Retribution over the summer, never again, I feel too old there now, it belongs to the baby Goths mwhaha.
Ok I’m about to dash, or at least walk briskly.
May fairy dust fall on your head forever.
Ciao