poppystrike

Today I wake up relatively early and unaided with the intention of finding a job. Although I do fear that the process of job hunting will lead me to spend more money that I don't have on pointless yet comforting artefacts. I am particularly concerned about approaching Borders and the Lego shop.

I also have to go into Costa and try to take a subtle photograph of one of the baristas. The reason for this being the impending meeting between the said barista and my friend Kirsty this evening. She met him on Saturday and can't remember what he looks like. So Bec volunteers to go covert and expose his motherfucking boy scout face for what it really is. Uh. Yeah. Hardcore and spying. And. Yeah. Uh. Grrr.

After I have done that, I am joining my friend Ian for dinner. Once both of us are comfortably fed and watered we shall be following Kirsty on her date. Well. We did spend all of last night helping her write 'flirty but not too forward' text messages to him. We deserve to know how it goes.

See how descriptive and practical and NON emo that was? I am capable of it sometimes. I'll try NOT to update later when the whole mood of the day will inevitably turn a little on the sour side.

Peace and love kids xXx