
Talking about getting fucked up, in my last blog I talked about the girl id been seeing and how that ended. Well I get in yesterday, havent heard from her since Thursday, there is a parcel waiting for me. I havent had any post here yet, was a book, collected ghost stories M.R. James, with a note...'I know your not sleeping and this prorbaly wont help, but just to let you know Im thinking of you....Love xxx' I am that fucked right now I sat looking at the writing on the note thinking it was amazing....Stupidly text her to say thanks...havent heard back....Right now Im burned beyond recognition. I know I need to walk away, but when you get notes etc and your fucked, its pretty difficult.

Went out last night, with my friends. Went to a bluegrass pub and a good band playing. The owner talked to me for a bit, as did the barmaid. Got chatting to her and finally just asked her out. Said she was sorry, but she had a boyfriend. Told me to meet her wednesday....That I dont need.
I think Im going to retreat to a small island, population 1. Just me and the turtles......aaarrrggghhhh!

wynnifred:
I too want to live on a small island. population 1,500. similar idea. get out of the rat race.
laphroaig:
Ha....Room for a little one on your island?
