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Posted on 2010.10.13 at 12:21
hearing: the commodores:brick house
Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 – Your first love.
Day 03 - Your parents, in great detail.
Day 04 - What you ate today, in great detail.
Day 05 – Your definition of love.

Day 06 – Your day.

since i'm literally not even halfway through my day today i'll write about yesterday. it was my first day of being single proper, since john broke up with me by TEXT MESSAGE while i was AT WORK on monday night (sorry to sound like a broken record about that but his childish and cowardly lack of respect has PISSED ME RIGHT OFF. a year's relationship wasn't worth more than that? whatever, he'll become another one of my exes who proceeds to go out with 'safe girls' and still hits me up for a good time now and then. they all do it. difference is, he'll get a no, for being a prick).

so yeah, i woke up at like half ten with a belter of a hangover (bottle of rum punch plus bottle of shiraz = not a dream combo) and ate my bodyweight in cheese on toast while reading and dogearing my new nigel slater book (tender vol 2, arrived just in time for me to contemplate what soft fruit canes i want in the garden). rang up the hairdressers to add a manicure to my list of requirements for the day, cos if it's good enough for elle woods, it's good enough for me.

tootled down to the hairdessers at one thirty, got rid of all the damagged growth so i'm now in possession of just-below shoulder length hair (haven't seen it curly, it'll probably be an afro) as opposed to my previous waist length. don't know how i feel about that, but the damged ends really did have to go. it feels, as a result, like i now have no hair. the manicure was bad, actually, i could have done a better job at home, but i'm training my nails to grow oval and i wanted a professional shape on them to work with.

sat around reading nights at the circus by angela carter in the afternoon, mooched on facebook, and waited for mum to get home, so we could sort out the answer sheet bundles for the pub quiz at work. sat with her while she watched her soaps and read up on mycology, decided on cheese and crackers for dinner cos i couldn't face cooking, and got ready for the pub quiz. now, i do not have a little black dress. i have a little leopard print dress. it is my never-fail knockout dress. and i wore that, because, understandably, i feel shitty at the moment. had a glass or two of chardonnay while mum finished watching eastenders, then we went down to work. proceeded to gossip with coworkers about what a terrible person john is, kick back with the regulars, drink much more than i should, and mark the quiz.

had a drink or two, or three, or four, with mum when i got in. passed out on the sofa. that is the end of what was undoubtedly a boring and uneventful day.


The Rear Admiral
lauranat at 2010-10-13 12:54 (UTC) (Link)

This sounds like good day. Glad you're okay, pickle. x
poutingprincess at 2010-10-13 13:29 (UTC) (Link)
yeah it wasn't bad. i will definitely be okay; i've survived far worse things than this in my time.
clarabella_h at 2010-10-13 19:56 (UTC) (Link)
Hugs again. And a reminder that we've always got a spare room x
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