Date: 2006-05-08 09:11 am (UTC)
Sort of something that I wouldn't know how to type about, because it comes with facial expressions and hand gestures and so on (you know what I'm like), but I really appreciate it.

They're not allowed to not let you back into the country. It's Not On. You're coming home. Not before bloody time, either.

Anyway, you know me. I have Moments, but I'm generally The Original Cheerful Person.

I saw Paul-your-old-flatmate-Paul in Walkabout (the Oz pub in the Omni centre) the other day, and thought of you, and then I realised I was in an Oz pub and I was like 'wow, serendipity or some other word', because my internal Thesaurus had been muffled by Jameson, which by the way I used to be able to drink loads of and that night I couldn't stomach the double I'd bought, and then I went out clubbing with Cat and she told me (well, heavily implied) I was fat which, you know, I know I could lose weight but fuck off, but I've spent the past three days obsessing and comfort eating anyway which probably isn't helpful, because I feel about seventeen right now on so many levels and my self esteem is sort of rock bottom but ssshh, don't tell anyone.

Okay, perhaps it's been a stressful few days.

But yeh. Much love. Missing you loads right now. I can't remember the last time I wanted a summer to be over. In fact, I don't think I've ever wanted that before.
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