I can’t sing the blues any more

Okay. Picture this scene;

Emily, sitting at the computer

Diane, coming into the room; “Emily, can you please clean your room…”
Me; “Yes”
D; “…because it’s starting to smell really strange…”
Me; “Yes”
D; “…and I’m not sure what it is but I think it’s coming from your room…”
Me; “YES!”
D; “…(shouting)Don’t you use that tone with me!!…three hours of ranting ensue…”

And then. And THEN! She tells me off for starting to shout! That woman is so damn impossible. And my stupid room does not smell funny. Stupid stupid.

But something funny happened today – Diane left a really long voicemail on my phone meant for Adrian informing him that she wasn’t going to ride home and so he shouldn’t wait for her. So obiously he never got it, and waited (I didn’t think it my job to pass the message on, teehee) for hours and it was very funny =)

As for the Doug situation (do you think his name is Douglas, how cute) he hasn’t texted me back, with which I am not impressed, as I asked him a question in my last text to him. What surprised me is that.. I really don’t care. It would have been nice for him to have replied, but honestly, I’m not that bothered. And this isn’t just some stupid thing to do with me being embarassed about being so girly, I actually am not upset about it. Fine, if he does text me, great. But if he doesn’t, never mind. Plenty more fish in the sea. (Rose would flay me alive for using a granny expression – but at least I don’t say ‘guts for garters’ like some people I know).

I hate not having edit, I always want to change what I’ve written. Grr for FOD.

And I haven’t boiled my peas. Oops. I’m going to be killed tomorrow. Never mind.

love

Me

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