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so I clearly kicked ass at bowling. apart from all the dumb-struck old men in their bowling league shirts who stared at me and my lovely friend Hayley when we went there (cue whispers of "its a girl...with sailor arms!!!"), there was an edibly cute emo boy milling around with who I presumed were his Dad & uncle... I don't think he expected to see a couple of fangtastic tattooed chicks that evening...sure bet he was glad he'd put on a clean Hawthorne Heights tshirt hahaha
anyway, it ended up we were in the lane next to him, so every time I went to pick up my pathetically light ball to hurl it at the bemused pins with what can only be described as 'fluke' (no skill involved whatsoever..no no no) he just stared at me. This distraction led to me losing. Cuz honestly, if he hadn't have been putting me off so bad, I definately would've won yup yup yup. (I'm such a liar)

I spoke to my ex (feels a little odd saying that) who said he'd been doing ok since we split last week, cuz he's been "getting drunk and feeling heartbroken" uh oh..i feel bad. I'm sure this felt more mutual last Monday..maybe it was just me who wanted the split? I don't know...

I did some shopping t'other day (its my thing y'know) which made me feel happy and guilty in equal measures. No one cares. But then you don't have to read this..in fact. I'll put it as a spoiler choice is a great thing!

ok. so really that's it. what a mundane journal entry. heeheee sorry. I'm heading up to London sometime this week.. Maybe I'll produce another caustic tale of events like I did last time..damn my internal monologue needs to be less acidic

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