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Lovers and friends, you have been missed. A certain essence of creativity and warmth is sapped from my life when we're apart. But luckily you can be replaced. With cats, MANY CATS.
Lol. That was retarded.
I do think about you a lot though, you're never forgotten. I think about sitting in the backyard smoking and eating biscuits and talking about our conquests and jobs and pseudo-educations.
Right now I'm listening to a lot of Fleet Foxes and National. I think Parm would probably like them, I don't know about the rest. Aims might. Miss you Aims and Parm. You're probably busy having lives right now, but I love you. You're always in my life, even when you're not.
Simon and I are on a painful and not entirely obeyed health kick due to the masses of fat that has leached onto our bottoms like grotesque tumors since this Christmas past. I feel a bougoire kind of glee knowing I have completed my prescribed exercise for the day.
Mostly we play board games in bed, walk around the village spotting squirrels in the park and wait for everyone in the house to go to bed. Sometimes we read books aloud to each other and have gun fights with these foam ball shooting guns we got for Christmas. Usually we just shoot at the cats when they get on the kitchen table or the bench tops.
Time seems strange here. We never seem to do anything yet each day feels like an hour in a lifetime. I miss my mum. I miss the sun on my skin and looking out at the sky. I miss the smokey salty smell of Sandgate. I'm always stuck between the two worlds I want and I can't have both. I just can't win.
Simon keeps giving me palpitations by suddenly bringing up the topic of engagement and saying, with a gleam in his eye, "Maybe I'll propose tonight!" Usually my response is hitting him and cursing, saying it has to be a surprise. I don't know why it always gives me a start though, I know we're going to do the whole 'married with kids' thing eventually. Still, when he makes the concept slightly more real it gives me a very surreal jolt.
This year my resolution is to get an apartment with Simon when I return to England on a working visa, and to procure a pug. I would also very much like to go to London for a show or two, see Cornwall, grow a tomato plant, stay afloat. Eat at Purnell's in Birmingham, do more craft, sew my own clothes (I say that every year), be as happy as possible.
And that's it.
Lol. That was retarded.
I do think about you a lot though, you're never forgotten. I think about sitting in the backyard smoking and eating biscuits and talking about our conquests and jobs and pseudo-educations.
Right now I'm listening to a lot of Fleet Foxes and National. I think Parm would probably like them, I don't know about the rest. Aims might. Miss you Aims and Parm. You're probably busy having lives right now, but I love you. You're always in my life, even when you're not.
Simon and I are on a painful and not entirely obeyed health kick due to the masses of fat that has leached onto our bottoms like grotesque tumors since this Christmas past. I feel a bougoire kind of glee knowing I have completed my prescribed exercise for the day.
Mostly we play board games in bed, walk around the village spotting squirrels in the park and wait for everyone in the house to go to bed. Sometimes we read books aloud to each other and have gun fights with these foam ball shooting guns we got for Christmas. Usually we just shoot at the cats when they get on the kitchen table or the bench tops.
Time seems strange here. We never seem to do anything yet each day feels like an hour in a lifetime. I miss my mum. I miss the sun on my skin and looking out at the sky. I miss the smokey salty smell of Sandgate. I'm always stuck between the two worlds I want and I can't have both. I just can't win.
Simon keeps giving me palpitations by suddenly bringing up the topic of engagement and saying, with a gleam in his eye, "Maybe I'll propose tonight!" Usually my response is hitting him and cursing, saying it has to be a surprise. I don't know why it always gives me a start though, I know we're going to do the whole 'married with kids' thing eventually. Still, when he makes the concept slightly more real it gives me a very surreal jolt.
This year my resolution is to get an apartment with Simon when I return to England on a working visa, and to procure a pug. I would also very much like to go to London for a show or two, see Cornwall, grow a tomato plant, stay afloat. Eat at Purnell's in Birmingham, do more craft, sew my own clothes (I say that every year), be as happy as possible.
And that's it.