brookster

I just turned my house upside-down looking for my old school uniform and all I recovered was a tie. Damnit. The boy (who is the same boy I mentioned recently who wasn't very nice, but now is) just got onto a teacher training course and I was going to turn up on his doorstep, dressed up with some champagne.

If I lived in the city centre I could go to Ann Summers and buy an outfit before it closes.

But I don't.

Onto a totally unsexy subject now ... I'm sick. I had to stop him in the middle of some fun last night because it came from nowhere and freaked me out, I started crying. Went super dizzy, felt sick, had limbs like jelly and the worst stabbing pains I've ever had in my stomach. Yesterday people kept saying, "Oh, you look ill!" when I felt fine. Like, thanks, you really know how to make a girl feel good about herself. I suppose they were right. I've been okay since lunch but now I'm starting to go a bit dizzy again. I am never ill. I hate it.