yep. that was an amazingly good night of sleep i had last night. i woke up in the middle of the night a few times, but apart from that... lordy, it was satisfying.
and last night, lachlan cooked this incredible pasta dinner.....
*sighs* i am about to eat meat. not again, i am not going to go back to meat eating, but my body is craving red meat really really badly, to the point of distraction. so, i am going to have some duck at the continental. i am fantastising about it, on average, every ten minutes or so. i am going to enjoy it very much. this is because my diet is shit-terrible at the moment. too much sugar and boose and not enough sleep. i am attempting to eat vegetables and things...........my skin has broken out something terrible.
i am having a 'the cure' revival time at the moment. i started by apologising to lachlan with 'er... we are going to be listening to a lot of cure. apologies...' he responded that he likes the cure. i've had to tell him that by the time my cure binge is over, he probably won't. i tend to absorb myself in music. it's the addictive personality trait. it's not a good thing, by any means.
god, i have no clean clothes left. this sucks.
uni today.... business management for IT professionals. from this subject i have learnt that almost all questions can be answered with 'strategic management' or 'strategic planning' ... just insert that into any random conversation, and they look at you, little faces lit up....
there is this incredible diary at work, an old damaged cover of a 'brother's grim' book. i smile because i am looking forward to telling the ex about it. i think i will start using the phrase x for him, as it doubles as a letter in his name. and i don't like using real names apart from the obvious ones, like boyfriend et al. and i feel sort of bad calling him the ex. it seems a lot harsher now i actually have no bad feelings about him, and see books and want to show him without feeling wierd about it anymore.
my nails are still black and i don't knoe where the nail polish remover is. this is because i never, ever paint my nails. not that i did this time... angie, emily's best buddy, came over, and did it. do normal people start doing craft when drunk? all iwant to do is cut stuff out.
i get to find out if my little fag boys got together, the ones i Partied Too Hard with on ... friday? saturday? whenever. so much angstyteenage sexual tension between exceedingly attractive males.... so satisfying. it's like living inside a teen movie, only so much better.... i really adore my New Best Friend h, in all his crazy, scary-resemblance to jesus-andrew ways.... someone to dance with. god. i have wanted to go dancing with someone for ... years.... since i turned 18. and i've never been with anyone who dances. to actually have a friend who'll drag me up when a song they like comes on.... yeah. exceedinly exceeeeedinly fun.
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Sleep is your friend. And don't knock the cure! Or any of the other 80's goth bands, for that matter, because I had a blast and I still miss my winklepickers. I want a new pair, my old ones wore out decades ago and I never found another one as spooky and comfortable.
Sometimes, your body craves meat. In my case, my doctor told me to start eating it again, or else. Didn't make me happy because I don't want to, but if it's the cow or me... sorry, cow.
I think I need some sleep. Enjoy the duck!
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