My friends facebook wall is the reason that I should not be allowed to drink.
"omg, connie, ring mw when you xan, even tonightm, IO will answer the phonen with ,ove and affecton as oppsoed to hated. Please ring tonight, I ove you, yo’re ecellent hahah, KI’m been drinkign since 6 this eveneig at the latest, but it doesn’t matter, cos i love you anyway. Ugh I’ sorry or being drunk. I love you,”
And I told Ginny pretty much everything.
Everrrryyyything. She knows about James, I cried at her about my Dad, yeah. No more drinking for Louise, apart from tonight.
This is not a lie. I hate the size of them so much. I said “at least they’re in proportion with my thighs” and he was all “nooo your thighs would have to be at least a third the same size again for them to match up”
Ugh, I’m not annoyed he said it, it’s just I had forgotten about it basically, but now I’m back in this shitty place where I realise how fucked my body shape is. How could anybody ever want this?
It’s crap, and you can say what you like, you won’t change my mind.
I won't reblog your emotional blackmail chains about Libya
But that doesn’t mean I don’t care.
I just wanted you to know that because something says “if you do one thing, reblog this” reblogging it won’t erase the problem, it will just raise awareness, which is definitely excellent in such a situation. However, I have been brought up in an environment where blackmail is not acceptable, so telling me I “do not have a heart” if I don’t reblog something will not make me any more likely to reblog it, whether I believe in the sentiments expressed or not.
It just makes me angry. There you are, that’s why I won’t reblog such things. Don’t tell me I’m cruel when you’re the ones doing the blackmailing.
well, the hormones are raging now. So it’s really not the time to cross me, but not because I’ll flip out at you, but because I’ll bide my time and make you pay.
To be fair, the person I’m talking about, he doesn’t know he’s done anything. All that’s happened is he’s used me to get ahead in his degree, to be fair, he would have failed by now if it weren’t for me. I helped him, because I like him. He repays me by only contacting me when he needs something. RN, despite still fancying him, I am determined to give up on that, and he can watch me get ahead in my degree, and in life. And perhaps he’ll wish he saw fit to treat me better, because a) I save his ass on a regular (maybe not any more) basis, and
b) give me 2 months and I’ll be hot as fuck.
I just realised basically this is a giant con to make him want me, we’ll see if I still fancy him when I’ve got other options, eh?
Heh, that an a discussion about how girly my curry choices are, well, I don’t think it’s so much a matter of gender as an ability to handle heat and of taste preference. BUT WHATEVER. Give me a murgh makhani any day of the week, don’t hold the pineapple!
=> induces some kind of panic stricken anxious nervy chest-clutchy shallow breathy panic thing
I WISH I COULD JUST FUCKING REMEMBER. Either that or not remember ANYTHING about it. But nooo, I remember random snippets at random times.
and all I can think about is the actual person I want to kiss. We had such a nice time just chilling together in my dream on sunday, there was just a nice amount of tension. Which I, undoubtedly will feel today, but of course, because I dreamt it, as opposed to it being real, he WON’T. Fuuuuuck.