disco

It's 5.02am

I am in the middle of an all-night, last minute tidying spree. Luke moves in on Saturday (which, techically, is tomorrow) and at the moment, my stuff fills my entire room, the garden shed, and a large portion of the living room. He has just as much stuff as me. We've rented a storage room, but still, I need to clear serious room for him to put his shit.

It's quite scary. In a day, I'm going to be living with a boy. I'm 18 years old, and I already have a mortgage and a 'domestic partnership'. I feel so grown up, TOO grown up sometimes, especially when I'm around people my own age, nothing they enjoy seems like fun to me anymore. To be honest, it never really did. And yet I still work as a 4.85-an-hour cashier in a bookies. Give me the grownup job along with the grownup lifestyle thankyouplz?

But yes, the boy. It's going to be fucking hard coping with sharing. Not so much my life...I'm a 100% open and honest person when it comes to my heart and mind, but when it comes to space and possessions, I'm very guarded. I already yell at him if he so much as attempts to study the contents of my floor. But now I'm going to have to get used to it being HIS floor as well...um, wish me luck...

Ack, I'm sure we'll be fine. Going to attempt at booking semi-matching tattoo's this week, when I spend my birthday (next Tuesday motherfuckers) week in London.

Oh, this one's for keeps