I've been catching far too much sun, been sharing far too many laughs, enjoying work (which is a strange thing), flirting wildly with passerby's, and worrying not about the whithertos and the whyfors. It's been absolutely gorgeous. I've been absolutely gorgeous. Moved into the new apartment, bought a hellofa lot of groceries of the fresh variety, nicked a really good deal on beans for "beans on toast", dreamt a little more of Scotland, ran into old acquaintances, fell off a bar stool in total and complete swoonage, and managed to consume more than your average amount of cups of coffee.
Absolutely cannot wait for vacation which happens to be in approximately twenty days (hurry the hours!), and having just watched Monty Python and the Holy Grail for perhaps the (insert some ridiculous number here) amount of times, I find myself quite satisfied with myself. See, there's this huge stigma about being safe, about withholding one's self from the rest of the world, but that's bloody hard work and blusteringly boring. Oh, don't put yourself out on the line because then you might be shot down. Well, consider me a goose with a silly looking apparatus alerting the general hunting populace of my location, because I am not going to get bled on. Even if you threaten to bite my legs off.
To be succinct: It's summer and...
Rightfully chuffed,
M
