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Sometimes when I'm tired and have had a lot of wine, I wish I wasn't going to Russia. Because if I was still around I could:
Talk to Hhhh
Go out every Friday and get mashed with The Boyz
Wake up every Saturday and spend the morning mutually hungover
Visit all my friends and have laughs
Talk about our sex lives over coffee in Starbucks with Nicola
Spend some time with my family
Earn a lot of money and live in a place that has hot water
Hang out with my friends from work and spend every day having a GIGGLE
Live in London and see musicals and concerts constantly
Get together with Catherine for serious
But then I realise that I'm going to Russia to...
Hmm.
I guess though, just now I was moaning to Hhhhh that I wish I had a quest, that life was a bit more challenging and a bit less easy. If I stuck around it'd be exactly as above - cool, but predictable. I know what Britain and my life here's all about, but I've no real idea about a year in Russia. Christ, Russians don't know what to expect year-in year-out.
On a downside, seriously, I've liked Catherine for ages (a year in fact, although there's obviously been a couple of liasons in between). But on the 31st October it'll be a year since I first met her. And so I slept with her 5 days before I go to Russia. The best I can even hope for is to meet her for coffee; I don't even expect that; I kind of expect a reply to a text I will send later this week, and perhaps her e-mail address, so I can keep in touch. But really, it's screwed over man, completely fucked.
Talk to Hhhh
Go out every Friday and get mashed with The Boyz
Wake up every Saturday and spend the morning mutually hungover
Visit all my friends and have laughs
Talk about our sex lives over coffee in Starbucks with Nicola
Spend some time with my family
Earn a lot of money and live in a place that has hot water
Hang out with my friends from work and spend every day having a GIGGLE
Live in London and see musicals and concerts constantly
Get together with Catherine for serious
But then I realise that I'm going to Russia to...
Hmm.
I guess though, just now I was moaning to Hhhhh that I wish I had a quest, that life was a bit more challenging and a bit less easy. If I stuck around it'd be exactly as above - cool, but predictable. I know what Britain and my life here's all about, but I've no real idea about a year in Russia. Christ, Russians don't know what to expect year-in year-out.
On a downside, seriously, I've liked Catherine for ages (a year in fact, although there's obviously been a couple of liasons in between). But on the 31st October it'll be a year since I first met her. And so I slept with her 5 days before I go to Russia. The best I can even hope for is to meet her for coffee; I don't even expect that; I kind of expect a reply to a text I will send later this week, and perhaps her e-mail address, so I can keep in touch. But really, it's screwed over man, completely fucked.