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Friday, April 21, 2006

Here I am!

Sitting in the mobile home waiting for D to come back and fuss over me. Which may happen at any moment so sorry if I can't complete a full formal sign-off. Expect instead the sudden "whoops -bye" so beloved of my partners from the dark days of random shagging.

No point trying to fill you in on the minutiae of my life since we last spoke. Think of my silence as the merciful peace you get in the middle of a conversation with a chatty friend who has called you on the train back from Paddington.

He's back now but I'm gonna risk it and keep going while he puts my veg on and pours me my glass of oak-aged chardonnay. But if I don't like it he'll go out and get me another bottle.

This is hopeless, how can a person search their soul when their freaking boyfriend puts on VH2 and asks endless questions about food? Grrrrr, does requited love necessarily harbinger the death of creativity? Discuss. But sorry I won't be able to join in.

Bye

3 Comments:

  • At Monday, April 24, 2006 9:43:00 am, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I harbinge, tu harbinge, we all harbinge together on a Saturday night.

     
  • At Friday, May 05, 2006 2:50:00 pm, Blogger Unknown said…

    Yeah, well, "e" is right next to "r" and my finger is swollen, could have happened to anyone.

    Oooh I flushed red with shame when I realised I had made a grammatical error, Thanks for keeping me humble.

     
  • At Monday, May 08, 2006 1:14:00 am, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Shit - didn't mean to be so clunky meself: it was a stupid celebration of your use of the word rather than the typographic inaccuracy. Apolloplexgees and kind thots to your pore didget.

     

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