Is That It?
Was in a very good mood this morning. It's now 3:30pm and I am emphatically not in a good mood anymore. Honestly, 5 days of rest, relaxation and winding down, destroyed by 7 hours at work.
It was a good little holiday though. And with the exception of the last few hours, being 25 is actually alright so far. Well, it's not any different to 24 really, but I can live with that. I probably should write about what I did on my holiday, but my brain is fried from all the drinking (much of it Jellie's fault), so I shall just mention a few random facts instead:
He thinks I am being held back by loving Him because I spent most of yesterday whining about being forced to live in this shitty little country. I had to remind Him that as soon as the nights draw in and my SAD revs up, I always start referring to this nation as a shitty backwards little pisshole. I'll get over it around April.
I seem to be doing a lot of planning ahead at the moment, and actually am thinking of following some of the plans through. Which would be a new acheivement for the newly-adult me. If things work out, I'll have my MA in a couple of years, and be working on my PhD by the time I'm 30. Well, you never know.
On a shallower note, I now have a new bag and some hot new jeans. And best of all, a Boggle pen! I love birthdays. They mean presents (we'll gloss over the fact that they also mean ageing - I'm trying to be positive).
Oh, and I get paid on Monday and I will have some money for shopping and fun and things like that. This is good. Especially considering the whole social-life-resurrection thing.
Now, I could ramble on for hours, but I don't have hours, and I think you'd get bored. So I shall leave it here for now.
Muchas smooches, xx
It was a good little holiday though. And with the exception of the last few hours, being 25 is actually alright so far. Well, it's not any different to 24 really, but I can live with that. I probably should write about what I did on my holiday, but my brain is fried from all the drinking (much of it Jellie's fault), so I shall just mention a few random facts instead:
He thinks I am being held back by loving Him because I spent most of yesterday whining about being forced to live in this shitty little country. I had to remind Him that as soon as the nights draw in and my SAD revs up, I always start referring to this nation as a shitty backwards little pisshole. I'll get over it around April.
I seem to be doing a lot of planning ahead at the moment, and actually am thinking of following some of the plans through. Which would be a new acheivement for the newly-adult me. If things work out, I'll have my MA in a couple of years, and be working on my PhD by the time I'm 30. Well, you never know.
On a shallower note, I now have a new bag and some hot new jeans. And best of all, a Boggle pen! I love birthdays. They mean presents (we'll gloss over the fact that they also mean ageing - I'm trying to be positive).
Oh, and I get paid on Monday and I will have some money for shopping and fun and things like that. This is good. Especially considering the whole social-life-resurrection thing.
Now, I could ramble on for hours, but I don't have hours, and I think you'd get bored. So I shall leave it here for now.
Muchas smooches, xx
posted by Mookmoo at 3:35 pm
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