"Welcome to the jungle..."
Hmm
I blame Evan for this. He's the guy I've been going out with for a grand total of 7 weeks. He's been writing a blog since October which I've read, I guess, daily. He's funny I suppose but its irritatingly led me to believe that doing my own blog would be fun.
Jury's still out on that one.
I've had a day of annoying limitations and an almost constant itchy nose coupled with exceptionally sore shoulders and neck. A rather hedonistic Friday has still left its effect on me I think and whilst I'm young in mind - I'm starting to feel old in body. I have a completely irrational fear of getting old so the idea that my body can no longer put up with what I choose to do with it - really upsets me.
I hate the idea of getting old. The day before my birthday every year I start crying (!!!). I'm aware that its a completely irrational thing to get upset about but still...the idea that I'll never see this part of my life again fills me with horror. Not that this part of my life is spectaculary brilliant (although it just so happens to be so) or that I believe that my life will get worse as I get older - its just a fear of it possibly being worse and regretting not making the most of my life now.
Its this thought that has left me unbelievably broke - I have, no joke, 30p to my name.
What a dick.
I blame Evan for this. He's the guy I've been going out with for a grand total of 7 weeks. He's been writing a blog since October which I've read, I guess, daily. He's funny I suppose but its irritatingly led me to believe that doing my own blog would be fun.
Jury's still out on that one.
I've had a day of annoying limitations and an almost constant itchy nose coupled with exceptionally sore shoulders and neck. A rather hedonistic Friday has still left its effect on me I think and whilst I'm young in mind - I'm starting to feel old in body. I have a completely irrational fear of getting old so the idea that my body can no longer put up with what I choose to do with it - really upsets me.
I hate the idea of getting old. The day before my birthday every year I start crying (!!!). I'm aware that its a completely irrational thing to get upset about but still...the idea that I'll never see this part of my life again fills me with horror. Not that this part of my life is spectaculary brilliant (although it just so happens to be so) or that I believe that my life will get worse as I get older - its just a fear of it possibly being worse and regretting not making the most of my life now.
Its this thought that has left me unbelievably broke - I have, no joke, 30p to my name.
What a dick.
posted by Fang at 9:55 AM
3 Comments:
HA! Found you!
Some cheeky tart has already claimed superdani.blogspot.com. NOT ON!!!
How did you do that?
Thats not on! It was s'pose to be private. How am I supposed to slag you off now?
You can still slag me off.
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