sunday. the day of rest. the day of not going to pool parties with the rest of the free world and drinking mai tais whilst sitting in warm green water, watching the theatrics around you. that was yesterday.
sunday is 'gearing up for the week' day. sunday is cramming in as much 'restful (aka lazy) activities in as possible' day. sunday is... shit. none of that, really.
kate came over earlier and we had what could possibly be translated into a rochford winery celebration. girls talk, and girls laugh, and girls get sad, but they all do it over some bevvies. we all have our disparate dramas - heartbreaks, or potential heartbreaks, or something new and precarious on the horizon - and that's worth a good chat and at least a couple of glasses. being a 20-year old and being a 30-year old doesn't change that much on the subject of boys and how retarded and consistently retarded they are. fools. i still don't get why we put up with you.
bed soon. hope everyone had a lovely weekend.
kiss kiss.
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