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I *was* joking last night, but really. Valentine's Day has generally been quite painful for me for nearly a decade now. But I've just had the worst day of 2007 so far. What was meant to be a simple day involving going out getting more passport (sodding long story) photos and maybe even shopping became a poor excuse for getting out of bed.
Absolutely. Shit.
A generally bad day, although the highlight of its crapness had to be the fact that I was very almost knocked down by a car not far from my bloody home.
Wow, unexpected, God. Don't pull that stunt again, I'm not sure I could handle the excitement.
Well anyway, I'm back home where i'm now going to go and quietly die in a corner or something. A brand new skirt is now ripped and unwearable, I've just sat on a train with a mascara-streaked face, and I've no doubt got ten years of putting up with a passport that makes me look like a blind Nazi dominatrix on the verge of tears.
But yeah, happy valentines to the rest of you, and I hope you're not similarly accosted by a car. And thank you to whoever sent me.... whatever you sent me. I think I can guess who you are ;), I don't exactly get parcels everyday and I'm sure I'll love it as soon as I can pick it up from the sodding Royal Mail.
I *was* joking last night, but really. Valentine's Day has generally been quite painful for me for nearly a decade now. But I've just had the worst day of 2007 so far. What was meant to be a simple day involving going out getting more passport (sodding long story) photos and maybe even shopping became a poor excuse for getting out of bed.
Absolutely. Shit.
A generally bad day, although the highlight of its crapness had to be the fact that I was very almost knocked down by a car not far from my bloody home.
Wow, unexpected, God. Don't pull that stunt again, I'm not sure I could handle the excitement.
Well anyway, I'm back home where i'm now going to go and quietly die in a corner or something. A brand new skirt is now ripped and unwearable, I've just sat on a train with a mascara-streaked face, and I've no doubt got ten years of putting up with a passport that makes me look like a blind Nazi dominatrix on the verge of tears.
But yeah, happy valentines to the rest of you, and I hope you're not similarly accosted by a car. And thank you to whoever sent me.... whatever you sent me. I think I can guess who you are ;), I don't exactly get parcels everyday and I'm sure I'll love it as soon as I can pick it up from the sodding Royal Mail.