When someone is chundering, they want to be left alone. After a good brushing of the teeth, and once placed in a horizontal position, then attention is welcome.
Maybe no one wants to read my random conversations with people. But I thought I was over that? But we always want to consider our audience. But if it wasn't for these recorded chats there wouldn't be anything new on this blog. I'm sure people have as much ambivalence towards a list of my thoughts as they do towards very very long chats.
I love Nina Simone. I'm always looking for good music, maybe I should jot down some of what I'm addicted to lately, maybe other people are like me in that they'd appreciate that. Okay - right now I'd say the Garden State OST, the Virgin Suicides OST, Nina Simone, Editors, and still Bloc Party. And Hard-Fi, they're just great.
Dancing last night was good. Ian and I had a blast, haven't drunk danced with him like that since absolutely ages ago. Why am I so shy to dance with him when sober? Or was I only like that before the break-up, maybe that's changed since then? Things are going so well with him. I'm so glad we went out last night. Those girls were on the whole quite fun and friendly. Girls can be nice when they want to be.
Things are actually kinda going well for me right now. The job thing is weighing so heavily on my mind. But I'll be home for a bit soon. I need a tan.
My New Year's resolution was to take better care of myself, there I said it! We've been doing okay. Those ham and cheese sandwiches last night weren't very healthy though. But I was drunk. And it wasn't a fatty kebab. So it's okay.
I need to shower. I need to remove all this residual eye-liner. Our room looks like Chernobyl.
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