I’ve come to the conclusion that chocolate may have been created for the sole purpose of inducing sheer bliss in crampy girls.
Jovie gave me a Kinder Bueno with my cookies this morning (I’m being influenced by the panty mistress. Except where she brings snacks like carrot sticks and nuts, I bring cookies and chocolate). I polished it off while reading my book about deranged CIA killers.
God damn that stuff is good. I no longer even mind that it’s still two and a half hours till the end of the workday.
My father drives like a maniac.
Next week is my last week at work.
Next week also marks the start of busy-ness. Textbook purchasing, NATAS fair visiting, cousinly outing.. But I’m not complaining. It’s the last week of my last long school holiday, so I’m going to milk it for all it’s worth.
This time last year, I was all about my trip to Melbourne.
This time this year, I’m all about planning my modules, being half-way grown up and responsible, and getting giddily excited about my trip in six months time.
This time next year, I’ll be working. I hope. Or on holiday.
Fortune tellers scare me. Not in a “how spooky is that” way. More like a “how do you expect me to keep a straight face” way.
Happy early birthday, FifiPanties. Thank you for the book btw. I was a bit too spaced out to show how excited I am by it. It’s wicked cool. Very much the kind of thing I’d imagine people would see and know I’d love, and be right. Cos I do love it.
Last night made me miss the girls nights out. Just sitting around at Timbre with a drink or two (or more), singing our hearts out.
Jiggle it, jiggle it. I bet you’re thinking those were my song lyrics for this post. You’re wrong. It’s just a lead-in for my next post. Oooo the suspense.
These, are my lyrics for this post:
Let’s go to the park, I want to kiss you underneath the stars, maybe we’ll go too far, we just don’t care, we just don’t care, we just don’t…
