Sometimes I feel like this whole thing is a joke. Nothing adds up.
The bosses left early today. I got to work with one of my friends I hadn’t worked with in a while. Work was the only thing that cheered me up.
You know what one of the nicest feelings are when you’re in a relationship? Napping in the afternoon sun next to (or on) that one person who makes you feel just that little bit more complete. As corny as it does sound it has got to be one of the most relaxing things you can do in your day.
Apart from that I’ve started up a little turmoil within the walls of my house. Doesn’t look too great but I’m sure it’ll pass soon enough. More on this later then.
Cannot trust a fucking word anyone says these days.
The feeling of oncoming sickness caused from either stress, actual illness, or both, coupled with stress and nerves? I’m very much afraid for my physical health at the moment. This week will be an uphill battle.
I just wanted tea, I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve this kind of treatment from inanimate objects.
I’m one of those people who get excited when she’s the one who gets to break the seal on food products first. This includes things like breaking the tin cover in the big Milo tins, peeling the seal off a new tub of margarine, opening a new bottle of milk, etc etc. So when I plan on making tea for the first time in a while after buying them earlier in the day, I expect a very satisfying experience.
The plastic wrap has one of those ‘pull-me-golden-string’ things that goes around the box for easy access. And what happens? It cuts the plastic away from the golden string and just ends a couple of millimeters from where I started pulling. This leaves me the grudgingly claw the plastic off.
After 15 minutes of sitting here in utter defeat with the company of my brewed but untouched tea, I am very disappoint.
Yes. These things matter.
I’m not a funny person. I amuse people only because I am something to laugh at, not with. So when I attempt to bust out a joke on my boyfriend, you can only imagine things did not end well. I tend to ruin jokes because I don’t understand them, but he ruins jokes because he already knows them or understands too much of it. We are a couple that survives despite being on completely different wavelengths. I don’t know how we do it, and he probably hasn’t a clue either.
i ask despite knowing the answer. it’s one of the smallest things but i can’t really lie, it hurts a bit. doesn’t hurt to ask? i beg to differ this time.
Uneventful, trained with a friend at the uni studio then walked around the city alone hoping for some StreetPass hits and good food. It’s one of the rare times I spend in the city alone since company is not v. hard to find. Funny I say that, towards the end of the night I bumped into one of my mates and we went for some ice cream before heading home.
Finally up to date with Game of Thrones after many comp sessions with le boyfriend at uni, and I will say this; season four is the most painfully slow season out of the current four.