I feel like a fucking yo-yo
I’m up, I’m down…
I know what’s making me down – I just have to deal with it and get back to being my usual happy self…bleah.
Harriett – bless her – was prepared to sort it out for me, she even went to do it this morning, but it’s something I have to do in person (yes, I toyed with the idea of a letter, or a text).
Cryptic huh? I’ll explain after it’s sorted…
Amusing bit for ya:
Harriett came round last night and was talking about her relationship with Glynn. She read out some texts from him, and her replies. I must admit I was smirking away when she asked my opinion, which was:
“Well, after listening to that lot, you and him both sound like a couple of 7 year olds in the playground – sort it out FFS! oh, and talking about moving in together is a no-no – moving in together is something you realise has happened – when you have more stuff at another place than at yours – it should never be a pre-arranged thing IMO.”
I love her to bits, but sometimes it really is like having a 45 year old child…
Good luck then.
hmmmmm, yes…good luck.
Have you dealt with whatever it was that was making you crazy? I like your usually happy snee self. I have a question about the moving in theory, if it IS pre-arranged is that a bad thing? Do you think it won’t work out? I’m just curious because I know people that have said “I’m moving in with him/her on such and such a day” and I have heard about the other scenario where they are just there -stuff and all and sleeping there. Just curious!
WTF, is that a rubber chicken? And if it is, what the sam hell did it do to you?
Snoopoholics want to know 😐