Gosh, I'm starting to get excited again about seeing that guy tomorrow night. I've made sure I've got plans from 6pm – 8pm so that if he doesn't get here until 11pm, at least I'll be entertained. All these silly thoughts are going through my mind. As I've said before it's either going to be brilliant like last time or it will be a flop. So I'm just relieved - by Saturday morning I will wake up and then will know either way. If it doesn't work out I can just put it behind me and not worry about things. There is also a chance he will not turn up. A slim one I'm hoping but it's still a possibility. I managed to cut my finger with a knife this morning so it's looking pretty unattractive. I'll have to make my hands look more attractive to compensate! The only person I've told is my brother. I told him it was my first date since I've been here, chuckle chuckle! Then I started thinking is it a date. Well, it must be a date if he says he's in town do you want to catch up. I don't know him that well so I was just told 1 person oh a friends coming down then manage to dodge any questions they had about it. I hope he looks like how I remember him. You know how sometimes time goes by and then you make them look hotter than they actually were. That has only happened to me a couple of times well maybe only once.
Last night I did a hair mask knowing that tomorrow my hair will be all gay from sleeping. So tomorrow will be a very long day if I have to get up and wash my hair I take like 45 minutes including 30 mins blow drying and if I need straightening time. I've also got a doctors appointment at 8:45am, so I have to leave home before 8am. I might get a train around 7:45. I've been having really active dreams over the past couple of nights. One night I woke up and my earring had come off and this morning I had a scarf around me. Very strange, but these things happen.
Gosh, last's train journey was a nightmare. As soon as I got on it stunk of vinegar and the guy next to me was eating chips with vinegar. Then this fat lady who tried to push past me, no fat lady – that doesn't work around here, sat next to me. Her lardy arms draped all over my body I felt quite violated. To make it worse, she was ugly. 50 years old (or maybe older, I'm just guessing), bleached blonde hair, long and wavy, a pointy noise, dark dark circles under her eyes, silver rings and gary purple painted finger nails. That little fatty had never heard of aging gracefully. She was even carrying 2 pizzas with her. This little piggy had 2 pizzas and this little piggy had none. She kept tossing her hair around me thinking she was really cool and I was almost laughing at one stage and was thinking to myself, should I tell her that no-one has ever told her that you can't be blonde forever……. 50 ewwwwww
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