DAY OFF WORK!
Huuuuurah. I'm s'posed to be sorting out my flat, but it's a no-go. I'm sitting in the garden soaking up the last of the summer sunshine here.
Ex-girlfriends and text messages...
Sometimes good, sometimes bad. Yesterday, I was in the pub with friends, and I got a message from a girl I was with about three years ago. Texted me to tell me she's getting married in June next year.
I still consider her a good friend of mine, so naturally I replied with a message of congratulations. Couldn't help but feel a little pang of something, though...
It's weird. We finished on the best of terms, and you think you're totally over someone, then you get that little gnawing feeling in your gut, when you read something like that. Maybe it's just 'cause I'm a singleton at the moment...
Neeever mind. I have a really, really horrible logo to finish, for an equally horrible client, who's paying me a horrible rate. What a horrible pain in the arse. But the deadline is Friday. So he can wait for his horrible fucking pile of shit. I's got better things to do. Like crack open a beer, slip on the sunglasses, and open a good book.
While I'm at it, I will carry on checking out pics from ladies like the lovelypistolita, and kyra, who rock my world.
There is a God.
Huuuuurah. I'm s'posed to be sorting out my flat, but it's a no-go. I'm sitting in the garden soaking up the last of the summer sunshine here.
Ex-girlfriends and text messages...
Sometimes good, sometimes bad. Yesterday, I was in the pub with friends, and I got a message from a girl I was with about three years ago. Texted me to tell me she's getting married in June next year.
I still consider her a good friend of mine, so naturally I replied with a message of congratulations. Couldn't help but feel a little pang of something, though...
It's weird. We finished on the best of terms, and you think you're totally over someone, then you get that little gnawing feeling in your gut, when you read something like that. Maybe it's just 'cause I'm a singleton at the moment...
Neeever mind. I have a really, really horrible logo to finish, for an equally horrible client, who's paying me a horrible rate. What a horrible pain in the arse. But the deadline is Friday. So he can wait for his horrible fucking pile of shit. I's got better things to do. Like crack open a beer, slip on the sunglasses, and open a good book.
While I'm at it, I will carry on checking out pics from ladies like the lovelypistolita, and kyra, who rock my world.
There is a God.