sunday morning

Once again, it’s a Sunday morning and I’m hungover. Not too bad, but enough for my eyes to hurt and feel like they want to sleep, but they won’t. We went out last night to Tatu, a “trendy” bar near us, and it was jam-packed with lots of people trying very hard to have a good time. Whilst we were standing in the queue, this girl who was very small, only about 5’, but with biiig blonde hair and even bigger boobs (I mean, these were massive boobs) kept boshing Mo and I. She was obnoxious. Truly so. And she was determined to use her boobs as a weapon to get herself in before Max and I did. No such luck pal. Ha ha ha.

Last night made me realise how much I’ve slipped out of LJ’s and Z’s lives, and it made me sad. I really want to get back in. I miss them a lot; I was worried about the fact that I felt that I’ve moved on, but actually I’ve realised that we’ve all moved on, and we’re all slightly different, but that’s entirely ok. However, The Boy just felt quite uncomfortable. As he said he’s not a “townie” (think derogatory), and I’m not entirely sure how happy he is here. I have no idea what to do about it though. He could go home, and then we could just go back to visiting each other, and I think that would be ok, but its nicer to be together and have more down time. I guess I could go and live with him, but I don’t fancy my chances of working, and that would get me down. There just always seems to be something, doesn’t there?