lukey

yesterday i was sickly and rubbish so i didn't go to work. i spent the day trying to take my mind off of a certain someone by watching all three series of family guy. this didn't work. mainly because they're her dvds. d'oh. etc.

today i got up at nine, got on a train to london at ten, got to charing cross at twelve, waited for a special someone but she'd overslept in kent, went to portobello to see my best london friend on her lunch hour and got on a train back to fucking swindon at two. i am back now. i feel that this, aside from the fact that i got a number of lovely hugs and moral support from someone who cares, was a bit of a waste of a morning.

i need to regain control of my life but, at the moment, i'm not entirely sure how. i'd love it to involve the Disco lady, but at the same time i need to get out of this blimmin' town and back to the big smoke. whilst i have no regrets about embarking on an often wonderful relationship with an amazing, beautiful, funny, damn near perfect girlfriend, perhaps - in hindsight - i should've stayed in london. our weekend trysts were the funnest. i wish we could have them back.

i feel i wish for too much. ga.