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This is where you stick random tidbits of information about yourself.
Age 23, living in sin in Twickenham with Cheesy
Likes
Movies
Books
Writing
Theatre
Hugs
Kittens
Chess
Scrabble (mostly beating Cheesy's butt)
Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Dislikes
Vegetables
Arguments
Cleaning
Trashy TV
Pretensions
Public Transport
Pets
Rabbits-Bambi, Fern, Sooty, Pippa-all deceased
Dog-Sammy-deceased :(
Fish-CatFlap-recently (and finally!) deceased
Cat-Tiggy-still scratching
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Technically Rachel
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Friday, January 21, 2005
Despite generally be the smarter one in the relationship, Cheesy can’t half be a daft bugger sometimes. Dumb-ass has been telling me from the start that he’s flying back in on Sunday morning (whereupon I was going to pick him from the airport). Turns out that actually he’s not coming back Sunday morning, he’s coming back tomorrow morning.
Good, yes, cause he’s back sooner. Bad, cause it screws up all my yummy plans for the weekend. Because, you see, I’m working tomorrow. So I can’t pick the daft thing up from the airport. So, first off there goes my romantic airport reunion bubble. Sigh – I so wanted to be like the movies. Plus I like going to airports, it’s kinda adventurous, in a weird me-way. Also, now instead of being able to whisk him home and have my wicked way with him, I’m gonna be slogging it at work. Which means when I finally get home, I’m gonna be knackered and dishevelled, instead of gloriously preened. Plus it means I now have one less night to tidy the flat (which I have intermittently attacked with small clothing bombs and dirty dishes). Sigh. This would never happen to Cinderella.
(On a smaller note, I shall be without home internet for the next week or so as we make the move from BT to Tesco. So limited blogging ahoy!)
3:56 pm
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