I am now at love, Chloe which I’d like to be my blog for the next ten years but if I’m still blogging by the time I’m thirty-two I’d be a bit depressed.
All entries will be auto-posted here but like, I’m not coming back so why should you.
Bye WordPress. Mwah, mwah.
Was at PV’s house this afternoon and R was playing the guitar. I’ve always wanted to learn guitar and despite the fact that R played just about two chords, they were more motivating than you’d imagine. Less talking more acting! I don’t have a guitar yet but I will procure one tomorrow, namely from C’s house (C, if this is new to you, well, it isn’t anymore). I’ve spent the past half hour learning how to read chords and tabs on my excellent and very realistic ruler instrument and now I’m rather excited to get my hands on a real one.
I may have no time for gym, no time for TV, no time for studying, no time for sleep and no time for reading, but I’m stupidly optimistic that I will have time for this.
A woman in lust wants chocolate; a woman in love wants diamonds.
- Greene and Spears, How To Lose a Guy in 10 Days
I didn’t know I had the sex drive of a teenage boy.
It has just occured to me that I really need small tight skirts. Not so that I can look like a hussy but to match loose-fitting tops when it’s too hot to wear jeans and too formal to wear shorts.
Couple of guys from uni tagged me in a photo on Facebook. Except it wasn’t me. But it looked like me. In fact before I took a good look at this girl there was about five microseconds during which I frantically tried to recall attending an event I don’t remember.
Here’s the photo. Tried finding a good comparison shot of yours truly but being the happy person that I am, I don’t look this pissed in any of them.
(I wouldn’t show Mum because she’ll just attribute the likeliness to the fact that Mystery Girl also seems to be wearing the entire M.A.C collection)
Was Skyping with Y while plucking stray hairs from my leg … nevermind.
Y: So yeah, you’re in a friends with benefits relationship
A: I am NOT in a friendship with relations benefit
Number of pharmacy fuck-ups I take responsibility for this week: 6
Haigh’s truffles left in box: 2
Emo dinners this week: 1
Arguments with Mum: 0
Likelihood of beach-friendly weather tomorrow: 0.2
Degree of sexual frustration: 20
