Have had a rather brill couple of weeks, so it is a shame I didn't keep a better record of them... am feeling a bit 'done in' though today, even after essentially doing nothing but sit around & eat & drink last night. Actually, probably because I did nothing but sit around & eat & drink last night.... My stomach is most definitely protesting at this today. It was worth it though :)In the name of Valentines, myself & the OH ate jerk chicken, gourmet cupcakes, drank Cava & watched Ross Kemp on Gangs. Not typically romantic perhaps, but that's how we roll...
I got the most amazing painting as a pressie. A cat as Van Gough! Again, not typically romantic perhaps, but he fits in with the general madness of the flat & it's occupants. I love it!
Not only is today an over-commercialised excuse for gift giving, it's also Chinese New Year! The year of the Tiger I do believe. A quick google shows that I was born in the year of the Ox. Apparently 1985'ers are eccentric, and bigoted and anger easily. However we are also generally easy-going and eloquent. I think it's safe to assume that many of us 'Ox-ers' will suffer from schizophrenia. I am off to imbibe some peppermint tea, and recline on the sofa. Hopefully I will not fall asleep. Nothing says 'Happy Valentines' like your partner coming home to find you lying on top of important Uni work, drooling on the cushions, black eyeliner smudged halfway across your face...
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