i've been pretty much incommunicado for the past week or two. no credit, no access to the internet, not even any paper to write a letter! been busy though, mostly cleaning the house. landlady came round to check the place out on tuesday. nightmare. but everything is spotless now, which makes a nice change. the cats have gone too, seeing as russell ( Read more... )

This is the first chance i've had to update since i got away from england, and not alot has really happened. despite this, i've had pretty much the best two weeks of my life! going shopping, hanging out watching movies, going out drinking and dancing, going for dinner, parties, and beca has been around for most of it too! she's just got a new job ( Read more... )

i see her every saturday night, same club, same drink, same people. every week i want to go over and talk to her, and every week, i don't. i don't have a problem talking to girls. just her. i think its because she's my perfect woman. and she's perfect because i don't even know her name ( Read more... )

right now i'm too happy to complain. i still miss her, i still love her, but we get on so well that it doesn't hurt as much. i'm happy we're sorted and i'm happy i've got her in my life. everything is almost perfect. which is just the way i like it because perfection gets boring.
role on the new year.
a year where i'm happy.
x

You know what? Fuck all the shit thats happened over the past few months. I've made a good life for myself.
I'm single but like it that way, and plan to keep it that way.
I have some of the greatest friends anyone could ever ask for.
I've got a house.
I've got money.
I'm happy.
Time for me to stop moaning and get on with life, so thats what im

i've been back in england now for 5 days. maybe 6, i don't know. on friday i'll drag myself down to the airport and head on home. every time i'm here, i want to leave within a few hours. i don't know why i even bother. a town this small you're bound to run into someone, but truth be told ii'm running out of people i want to bump into ( Read more... )

i wake up and look at my watch, lying on the windowsill next to the bed. its eleven thirty. still early, at least for me. i turn over and rebecca looks at me, unimpressed from beneath a messy golden fringe. its funny how we often share a bed, despite having no romantic feelings towards each other what-so-ever. we decided its because we both hated ( Read more... )

whatever happens to me tonight, its not your fault
i will always love you
xx

i havent thrown an entry onto this thing in a long time ( Read more... )

ive just got home. its only 12:35 ( Read more... )