On the plus side, judging by the fact that I can hardly see this and pretty much everything else I try and look at, my vision is clearly decreasing by the minute which is a real bonus when I'm about to go into a job where I'll be pretty must based at a computer 8 hours a day. Thank you dearly, Kerataconus which has now ever-so kindly spread over both eyes.
If only there was some kind of permanent and legal mood-elevator...I would demolish it like parcetomol on a hungover. In the meantime however, I have decided to write a list of action I can take to try and find my extremely well-hidden smile again that and just generally get me more organised. Of course, I'll share the appropriate bits with you (true love! ha).
- Teach the ex a well-deserved lesson, a lesson delivered by a notorious hitman.
- Fall in love again just not with a viciously selfish arsehole to avoid (1) in future.
- Set-up ebay store, sell in a 'if it's not been worn in 3 months, bye-bye.' method.
- Buy appropriate devices to pack-up stuff in ready for the dreaded move.
- Start to fill said appropriate devices.
- Never ever let anyone make you feel as shit as (1) has.
- Save designated amount per month in new job to fill 'savings' account (Mulberry fund).
This time next week, I'll be tucked up in bed, getting a sleep in before new job. Scary, scary times which also reminds me of:
8. Buy suitable unslutty black tights and shoes that sole is not peeling off on to avoid fall.
9. Buy sleeping tablets from Wilko.
I'm not convinced that I am ready to grow up and have a proper job yet.
My room is a shrine to JLS, I'm obsessed with Disney Princesses and my favourite film is Harry Potter.
I'm definitely not ready.
Fuck, I've practically got a degree, Uni's over and I'm only a fifth of a way through my life (hypothetically).
Man, this thing is long. Life not this blog.
C.
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