I am sickly and ill today, and all of me is unbearably hot. I tried to eat a sandwich, but I got half way through and was sick. Life is hard. Must I continue on in this difficult sandwichlessness, for only a bleakish horizon can be spied!
Questioning whether or not to be friends with Kiall anymore, since he is being sort of clingy and insistant that we see eachother. Suggestions would be much welcomed, if anyone might care so much as to have any? I saw him yesterday and he next-to kicked me out of his house, not to mention never made me a cup of coffee like he promised in my special mug (it's yellow and spotty and the handle is the neck/head of a giraffe. It holds, like, 20 litre of coffee. This is why I have claimed it as my own, you see). He suggests we start a band and has decided that his girlf (kill me now) is driving us to Exeter next week so he can get himself into debt buying a new guitar for this project. We have not a name yet, but I'm holding out for 'Fable & Folklore' because it's suave and underrated and I stumbled upon it on Wikipedia Randomize.
Also, got all ahead of myself yesterday morning and tapped up 30 CVs, printed and delivered about town. Upon returning home, I re-read the file to make sure (perhaps a little late in the process of applying for jobs) I had written all the correct information. I spelt my name wrong. On the plus side, I got my number right, so when someone calls me and asks for a Miss Faith Newcomb, I will know what it is about.
I'm not even kidding. CHRIST. WHY DID MY MOTHER EVER LET ME OUTSIDE?
Over and out.
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