Holiday happiness
Right, so none of you bastards left me a note last time. I’m not used to this shoddy treatment. Although seeing as I haven’t even been here for three months, I suppose I can forgive.
Just got back to the big smoke ready for my five week holiday – it’s so great to be home, I’ve been working long days (that’s 13 hours long, folks) for a while and I’m just exhausted. The most strenuous thing I’ve had to do since getting home was go to Waitrose with my mamma which granted, was pretty tough, but at least nobody pooed on me or whinged at me or asked me for the bedpan. Definitely an improvement.
Just had an exam and essay deadlines which was pretty tough, I’m very glad it’s all over. Don’t think my essays were great but hopefully I’ve passed. Pissed off with myself about the exam too – it really wasn’t that hard and I know if I’d worked properly for it I could have done well, but it was too sunny and I was too damn lazy.
Things on the boy front are a leeeetle mixed at the moment, have made a terrible mistake (twice now, actually) by failing to respect the boundaries between ‘friend’ and ‘more than friend’, leading to lots of angst and an entire day spent in bed watching the OC and eating crisps. Prior to (actually, thinking about it, inbetween) these two mistakes, I was seeing a nice boy, G, who unfortunately was not the brightest spark and due to my pompous intellectual snobbery, had to go.
No other news really. I’m off to Canada on Saturday for a few weeks, it’ll be nice to get over there – feels like forever since I last went. I can’t wait to do nothing at all, to lie in the sun and get a tan and shop and sleep…
Big kisses.
x
Hey :o) Here is a note. Because I am the best. Who is G? Going to Waitrose does sound like an effort. Genetics is trying to kill me. Can’t wait for Thursday! Katy xx
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Don’t worry, I am amazing at not respecting the whole friend/more than friend boundaries. I am sure all will be good, and remember, whatever happens, you had an excuse to sit in bed all day and eat crisps, which makes it all worthwhile. Hope you’re well, with this disappearing OD thing it feels like you’ve disappeared for an eternity! xxx
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Your pompous intellectual snobbery is what I love most about you – and about myself. O how I laughed at the plight of poor G! <3 I love you to pieces. Very small pieces. A fine powder, in fact. And I feel the need to see you soon. And I promise not to poo on you. Larrrrve.
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