Monthly Archives: March, 2008
Noows
I have some bits of news. Some very exciting, some surprising. I have to tell some other people before I can tell you lot, so early bext week I shall reveal all. )
We’re also eating Lindt bunnies which makes life better
I am afternoon-napping in MindReader’s bed. He has managed to become more immobile than me by having surgery (trust me: you don’t want to know) so I have journeyed over to sleep and feel crap in his house for a few days. My eyes open as he comes into the room, the cool air brushing …
Less clouds
“Hey!” I say to MadFather as he turns my film off. “This is important,” he says, fiddling about with the remote controls while I huff. “That,” he says, turning Sky Sports on, “is Mario Ancic.” “Okay,” I say slowly, watching the two tennis players. “He had glandular fever and was in bed for 6 months,” …
Black clouds but enough nice metaphors to know that I am writing it out of my system rather than giving up
I don’t usually come here when I am so sad I can’t think straight, a ball of iron in my stomach, but I find myself here with the last reserves of energy I can find. I feel a fool to think I could go back to college and maybe the actual act of vocalising that …
Yet male and female connectors exist
“And the V&A was closed, so I had a whole 9 hours to kill in London,” OldestFriend says. “God,” I say, sipping my take out Starbucks that she brought me. “What did you do?” “Sat in Costa for an hour and rang my Mum,” she says. “Who rambled about their farm. She told me about …
Because I have got so much better in the last 7 days, and I want my skin to no longer look sallow!
“Now,” Hairdresser says. “What do you think?” “I love it,” I say, and for the first time at this moment at the hairdresser’s I am being completely honest. “I needed a change after lying in bed for months.” “I bet,” she says. “You need to use this once a week,” she says, pushing a pot …
Banter
“Hello you,” MindReader says into the phone. “Hello,” I say, pulling the duvet further up my body. “I just realised I packed your pants and brought them home with me,” MindReader says laughing. “This is in no way intentional.” I laugh. “That’s kind of creepy. Which ones?” “The yellow silky ones,” he says. “Oh well,” …
Still an overachiever at heart
Hi. I am still here, sorry. Well, my birthday was quite bleak, in that me and my double chin made entirely of glands could not even lift our head off the sofa. So, I did do some crying on MindReader, who did lots of rubbing my back and making me laugh. The days since that …
