......a little crush.
I swear I'm not the squeeing fangirl type, but come on.
Sunday 27 April 2008
Tuesday 8 April 2008
Ouchie.
I went away for a few days this past weekend, down to the south coast for a little bit of getaway time. Turns out it was exactly what I needed - sunshine, the beach, a couple of games of mini golf (haven't played for 10 years; I still suck) and the most amazing accommodation I've ever seen. For some reason we got upgraded to the penthouse apartment, and it was unbelievable - right on the quayside, balconies, split-level...and the views just about blew me away. Plus the bath in my bathroom was so big I could practically doggy-paddle in the thing. It was a perfect long weekend, and my head is on a lot straighter now than it was before I went. I'm ready to start taking care of myself again.
So now I'm back in Manchester, and going out tonight for the first time in ages. Can't wait to see everyone, I've missed them all over Easter. We're playing pub golf apparently, which seems to involve dressing up like an idiot and drinking until you can't drink no more. Done and done!
So now I'm back in Manchester, and going out tonight for the first time in ages. Can't wait to see everyone, I've missed them all over Easter. We're playing pub golf apparently, which seems to involve dressing up like an idiot and drinking until you can't drink no more. Done and done!
Tuesday 1 April 2008
I'm working.
It's insane.
My mum runs a workshop for people with mental illnesses, and it's closing down after 22 years in business because they just don't have enough money anymore. So now people who've been coming here for a massive portion of their lives have to either find somewhere new to go - and trust me, there is nowhere like this place - or just stay at home instead. It sucks.
Meanwhile, there are still orders to get out, so I've been recruited to work there in the factory for the next few days. I've done this before and I know what it entails, but the job I've been put onto is mind numbing. But I'm getting paid (cash in hand, don't tell the tax man) so I can't really say no. Plus, I feel like I owe it to them. Whenever I've been without a job my mum's found something for me, and I need to at least try to give something back.
In other news, my libido is starting to rise again, but I really don't want to go back to my slaggy ways. I keep remembering what it's like to have sex with someone you're in love with. I miss that.
Ex-boyfriend tally: out of 4, 1 married, 1 living with girlfriend, 1 moving in with girlfriend next week.
I can't believe he's fucking married. The bastard.
My mum runs a workshop for people with mental illnesses, and it's closing down after 22 years in business because they just don't have enough money anymore. So now people who've been coming here for a massive portion of their lives have to either find somewhere new to go - and trust me, there is nowhere like this place - or just stay at home instead. It sucks.
Meanwhile, there are still orders to get out, so I've been recruited to work there in the factory for the next few days. I've done this before and I know what it entails, but the job I've been put onto is mind numbing. But I'm getting paid (cash in hand, don't tell the tax man) so I can't really say no. Plus, I feel like I owe it to them. Whenever I've been without a job my mum's found something for me, and I need to at least try to give something back.
In other news, my libido is starting to rise again, but I really don't want to go back to my slaggy ways. I keep remembering what it's like to have sex with someone you're in love with. I miss that.
Ex-boyfriend tally: out of 4, 1 married, 1 living with girlfriend, 1 moving in with girlfriend next week.
I can't believe he's fucking married. The bastard.
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