pixiebelle

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As I type I should really be furiously typing to get my psychology project done. Alas, the sun is out and I am too distracted. It's due tomorrow though so my whimsical mind wanderings will have to stop soon.
I am back home. As I was driving down my road I remembered why I'm moving. It's a shithole. I had such a wonderful time at my folks I didn't want to leave. I just missed my mates and the boy so of course I had to return. It's going to be weird moving. I'm quite excited but at the same time pretty scared. Some solid plans for my future have been laid down and it just sounds a little too good to be true. Well, suppose they are really as a lot of sacrifices are going to have to be made to make them happen. The likelihood is that the boy will not remain mine when I move. Not that he's really mine now but I keep him interested enough that he has no need to stray too far afield. When I move I know this will be a different story. I know, I shouldn't want to be with someone who can't kepp it in their trousers just 'cos I've moved out of easy reach but I just have so much fun when I'm with him. I'm so tired of complex people and him, well, you just take him as he comes. Ah well, I shouldn't really be thinking about boys anyway. They just confuse things. We did have a lovely evening last night though.
Psychology, what joy. I haven't been able to try out the experiment on enough people, yet I have to come up with a complete project tomorrow night and I'm back at work tomorrow. Won't be getting any done during the day tomorrow then. So guess I should really get off here then! He he he!
Be good ya'll and I'll waffle something vaguely intelligent later this week. Ooh, did anyone see One Hour Photo on Saturday?! Love that film. Right, I'm off.