Hmmm. I'm not too sure of how to think of today.
It started as my days often do; with the alarm clock going off....ding.... (for james to get up) him hitting the snooze, me ensuring that I dont drift off before I give him the 5minslater prod, him haughtily assuring me that he has the getting to work-on-time-thingy all sussed, followed by me apologising for the doubt, us both falling back to sleep, me waking up 45 mins later and freaking about the time, him getting to work very late and angry. routine.
Then I went into town and proceeded to lose my wallet(which had been my grandmothers 50 yrs ago), a shitload of cash, all my id including.......the Credit Card I only got a day ago. motherfuck.
On the plus side; I should clear $1000 in my tax return. A phenomenal amount to a wee girlie such as myself.
Played a bit of guitar. very badly today; generic and boring. Had a felafel kebab with sweet chilli and sour cream. (for once they remembered it was SwEET chilli I wanted, not plain chilli which turns what could have been a very satisfying meal into a great feat of masochism).
Me and James are moving house soon. Into this really awesome little place called 208 which has a notoriety for bitchin shows in the living room. In the past I've always felt a bit nervous going there, what with it being filled with fashioncore kiddies, but I guess theres nothing like moving in somewhere to break the ice. The other boy who lives there also seems nice and shy..... just the way I like people.
Hmm. I not even really sure why I am writing all this down. I am not a journal keeping sort of person; Definitely not a public journal keeper or a public person. I usually wonder why people who do keep live journals think their lives are so captivating for others. I guess I've just decided that I feel more open to meeting other people than usual. I dont have a gigantic pool of friends and I do plan on travelling when I get my ass into gear. phew. sellout.
Thats not to say I will embrace anyone with open arms. I have to like you
I think I will now go and watch the rest of steamboy and feed my puss; her name alternates between Chairman Meow and Pusselini.
It started as my days often do; with the alarm clock going off....ding.... (for james to get up) him hitting the snooze, me ensuring that I dont drift off before I give him the 5minslater prod, him haughtily assuring me that he has the getting to work-on-time-thingy all sussed, followed by me apologising for the doubt, us both falling back to sleep, me waking up 45 mins later and freaking about the time, him getting to work very late and angry. routine.
Then I went into town and proceeded to lose my wallet(which had been my grandmothers 50 yrs ago), a shitload of cash, all my id including.......the Credit Card I only got a day ago. motherfuck.
On the plus side; I should clear $1000 in my tax return. A phenomenal amount to a wee girlie such as myself.
Played a bit of guitar. very badly today; generic and boring. Had a felafel kebab with sweet chilli and sour cream. (for once they remembered it was SwEET chilli I wanted, not plain chilli which turns what could have been a very satisfying meal into a great feat of masochism).
Me and James are moving house soon. Into this really awesome little place called 208 which has a notoriety for bitchin shows in the living room. In the past I've always felt a bit nervous going there, what with it being filled with fashioncore kiddies, but I guess theres nothing like moving in somewhere to break the ice. The other boy who lives there also seems nice and shy..... just the way I like people.
Hmm. I not even really sure why I am writing all this down. I am not a journal keeping sort of person; Definitely not a public journal keeper or a public person. I usually wonder why people who do keep live journals think their lives are so captivating for others. I guess I've just decided that I feel more open to meeting other people than usual. I dont have a gigantic pool of friends and I do plan on travelling when I get my ass into gear. phew. sellout.
Thats not to say I will embrace anyone with open arms. I have to like you
I think I will now go and watch the rest of steamboy and feed my puss; her name alternates between Chairman Meow and Pusselini.
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I have to say I thought my scar really really sucked as well. Put it this way (this will make me seem ridiculously lame!) I didn't show my wonderful boyfriend my scar for over a year of our relationship. By this I mean I went to painstaking lengths to ensure I always had a hefty amount of surgical tape around to cover over it, turned out he thought taping it was a medical requirement. All this 'deception' became so built up that when I finally showed him; despite the fact it really wasn't a big deal to me anymore and had showed tonnes of women and doctors; I had tears streaming down my face. Its not an issue anymore because I really don't have the kind of money to have it fixed up and I'd never get involved with someone so superficial that it mattered. Besides, it actually feels kind of cool, all silky like!