|
|
Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig
June 27, 2004, 11:16 p.m. I like to sleep with something pressed against my stomach. An odd thing to realise, but nevertheless I have. Also, don’t sleep on the floor in front of the heater. Unless you want oddly erotic dreams; then by all means, do. I’m going out every night this week. I have to work Friday and Thursday night, on Wednesday afternoon, it’s Super Size Me with Sixten and ’Mona, and Pub later that night, on Tuesday it’s Prisoner of Azkaban with Mellie, and on Monday night I’m going out for coffee with the Elf-boy and Co. again. My parents are more worried about the fact that I’m seeing him again than the fact that I’ll be home for dinner approximately once this week. Which is annoying, because I’m the one who got hurt by him, and if I say he’s okay, that I’ve forgiven him, then who are they to pass judgement? In other news, there’s a light on in my bedroom, I’ve slowly begun to clean it up, and the editing of the Elf-boy’s manuscript is done. So after this I’m going to start writing some of my story. Or just watch a DVD. God I love having the laptop in my room. The Stray Texan has left us. It was sad, but I didn’t cry. She did. I did hug her a lot. She’s getting married in December, and you know, she’ll be the first of my friends to get married. God that makes me feel old. I’m not even twenty-one, fer Chrissakes. But soon I will be . . . and without a boyfriend, no doubt. Oh wah wah wah. I’m gonna go do some writing.
|