Cupid Can Be Stupid

When I was a little kid my grandma bought me a pretty pair of shoes. For days I refused to wear them out in fear of getting them dirty, but instead wore them to bed every night.

I'm a sucker for novelties.

I wear my cream dress whenever I'm out of uniform. I've neglected all other handbags in favour of the Witchery poppy tote. I've just spent the last half hour writing down every last thing I could think of into the new '08 diary I bought this afternoon, including Labour Day, which is eight months away.

I've also planned ahead and made a note on Jez's birthday. When he told me last April to leave 19th, July free, I thought he was thinking rather far ahead, and was somewhat flattered that he planned to be with me for a lengthy ... three months. Probation period. Where's my pay-rise? :(

I think further ahead. If I had already bought my 2010 diary, the 20th of May box would have scrawled inside it "GETTING MARRIED!".

We were stressed at the pharmacy today, swimming in copious amounts of Vicks products and enough ibuprofen to fight Cruciatus.

I'm still semi-amusedly puzzled at what Frig gets out of confiding in me. Feeling like no advice is better than contrived advice, I've offered little more than non-committal e-grunts. I suppose at troubled times, one needs nothing more than a listening ear, and though the lengthiness of it all irks me when I'm trying to watch Jerry O'Connell's Tom Cruise impression, my curiosity compels me to read every word.

Extract from the latest and self-proclaimed emo post:

"... and you know what? I won't be waiting for you. I don't expect/want you to wait for me. We're heading for different directions, towards different happinesses. Pain is the first step in healing"

I like that. I like it a lot. Fuck waiting. I'm so sick hearing about ex-couples who insinuate or state straight out that they hold hopes for reconciling in the future (cough Jez, re: 24th August). What exactly are you banking that on? Things don't fall into place on their own accord. We have to make them.

I feel that I should stop before I become too passionate.