I have very bad blisters. I like wearing heels but they always hurt me and Brendon told me that I'll get veins in my legs.
I hate veins.
Today I was hungry all day and slightly hungover feeling. We walked in the botanical gardens and I wore my shoes that are too big because my nice shoes hurt too much.
Andrew pushed me into a sprinkler because I tripped him over.
Today started badly because I was so pissed off and unreasonable, but then later on it held shades of when our relationship used to be so wonderful...
I would feel quite content if he hadn't just made me get off the phone so that he could ring her
I think now if he turned me down I'd think the worst and probably sulk.
I am really insecure.
I like to take revenge so if I were you I'd be thinking up ways or things to really get to him.
I like the whole love/hate relationship thing.
Only I can't hold grudges for that long.
I'm feeling confused.
I can't wait to go to the doctor again.
Maybe then I can start to diet to rid myself of all this chub.
Otherwise we're both bound to get veins.
Actually my mother was bitching the other day about me wearing heels.
Lisa: "Don't come running to me when those bloody heels start giving you bunions, you know, that's what happens to all these female celebrities...."
But, if he doesn't want to be with you than that's his loss.
He sounds like a jerk.
Meh.
I bet you don't need to hear that?
I'm sure I didn't when things were at it's worst.
I have sick thoughts of how lucky I am that I've made it to 3 years and no one else has. (Blame someone for that thought.)
We've been talking about our wedding a lot lately.
It was my wedding just with the complete opposite of what I wanted.
But I'm pretty damn sure that you were in a suit and arrived in a steam train.
I remember getting annoyed because the train looked so damn cool and got everyone's attention.
(I'm an attention whore so I thought it was the end of the world.)
Meh. It was only a dream.
I'm on a mission to buy jeans today.
I'll either find that I've gone up a size or they look terrible in the leg.
I think I'm an inch off having the perfect figure.
Yeah, an inch.
Fuck, now it annoys me.