50% of me wants to be the type of girl who does yoga at night, and drinks green tea, and reads books, and wears cute pyjamas, and stays at home; while the other 50% of me wants to wear my sexiest outfit and go out doing lines of cocaine off strippers racks while dancing to dirty music until I black out.
breakfast laid out for me and my lunch made :) I’m being spoilt
this is Samson my Siamese fighting fish… he is the most beautiful bad tempered fish in the whole world
I’m at the banger racing!!
I found him in my broccoli… I think he’s dead :(
I often wonder why people like me, that might sound like I’m really self pitying or something.
but I mean it, sometimes I can be a royal pain in the arse.
I’m having a constant argument with myself about wether I’m talking to much about myself and not paying enough attention to how everyone else is feeling.
or if I actually am caring enough and I’m just worrying for no reason.
who knows…
but strangely, I seem to have managed to find someone who genuinely likes me… so much in fact, that he gave me a key to his flat and wants me to move in.
I find this really odd. and a bit scary, but in a good way.
I feel stupidly lucky to have found this person, as I never thought it would happen and I’m pretty sure my family didn’t think it would happen either.
anyway, babble blog over :)
xxx
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