It’s Valentine’s Day and I am feeling null and void. I think it’s going to be bath and bed for me tonight. On a cheerier note though, I was at the most amazing club last night, with a bunch of people who made me laugh, dance, drink lethal cocktails and generally forget to be sad. Which is always a good thing.
A friend also came up with a brilliant, if rather cruel idea, of compiling a list of things I dislike about him and to keep looking at the list every time I feel melancholy.
So here it is, in all its barrel-scraping glory
a) He sounds like a pixie when he talks (this is not something I've noticed but something other people have since told me).
b) His love of Americanisms.
c) The fact that he is nearly 36 and still continues to work the skinny jeans when he should start wearing proper clothes.
d) He talks about his ailments, ranging from eczema (eggs-zeem-ah) to shoulder/back pains and expensive dental work.
e) His usage of "see how it goes" which I may have mentioned in a previous posting.
To be honest, the only thing on that list that actually bothered me was, and is, e.
Which sums up everything that was wrong with our relationship.
Clarke x
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e
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