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Valentines Day is shitful. The two random women I spoke to today are both dreading it, which makes four; me, my sister and them. The only good thing about it is the adundance of chocolate hearts around. That's it.
Things with George have actually progressed beyond the...I dont want to say stalking...stage and we're actually meeting up this week sometime. We were going to last week but he had to cancel last minute style, which was fine because the plans we made were very 'I'll be in this place at this time and if you happen to be in the same place at the same time then so be it but if not then let me know and I won't be there.'
Yeah. Like that but in sms form.
And then there was a minor hiccup with my true identity and him thinking I was someone else or at least not being exactly sure who I was, and so I actually spoke to him on the phone to clarify things (shock!) and he remembers now who I am, even though that conversation was bloody mortifying because he couldn't remember at the time and magically his memory was jogged as soon as I got off the phone. (Anita, who was there at the time, had a theory that he was testing out who I was or what I was like just to make sure)(also, he sounded different then how I remembered him. He's been renovating houses, though, so I guess now he's all manly)(he's also called me babe three times but I'm ignoring that)(one time when he apparently wasn't sure who I was. Did I mention the ignoring?)
And I'm also thinking about buying an apartment. Not to live in, to rent out and to pay mortgage payments on while I live in my parents house. I have the deposit, and once you have your bit of land you can pretty much go from there. The only tricky part is convincing the banks it'll be a fab-o idea.
I'm just toying with it, though.
Hope all the single gels get smashed as tomorrow in celebration of St Valentine being a two bit ho. And I hope all you attached gels go rot in hell (kidding)(but really).
--K.
Things with George have actually progressed beyond the...I dont want to say stalking...stage and we're actually meeting up this week sometime. We were going to last week but he had to cancel last minute style, which was fine because the plans we made were very 'I'll be in this place at this time and if you happen to be in the same place at the same time then so be it but if not then let me know and I won't be there.'
Yeah. Like that but in sms form.
And then there was a minor hiccup with my true identity and him thinking I was someone else or at least not being exactly sure who I was, and so I actually spoke to him on the phone to clarify things (shock!) and he remembers now who I am, even though that conversation was bloody mortifying because he couldn't remember at the time and magically his memory was jogged as soon as I got off the phone. (Anita, who was there at the time, had a theory that he was testing out who I was or what I was like just to make sure)(also, he sounded different then how I remembered him. He's been renovating houses, though, so I guess now he's all manly)(he's also called me babe three times but I'm ignoring that)(one time when he apparently wasn't sure who I was. Did I mention the ignoring?)
And I'm also thinking about buying an apartment. Not to live in, to rent out and to pay mortgage payments on while I live in my parents house. I have the deposit, and once you have your bit of land you can pretty much go from there. The only tricky part is convincing the banks it'll be a fab-o idea.
I'm just toying with it, though.
Hope all the single gels get smashed as tomorrow in celebration of St Valentine being a two bit ho. And I hope all you attached gels go rot in hell (kidding)(but really).
--K.