Drunken texts are always a bad sign. When I get drunk my texts are ridiculous, and I can’t seem to stop. I come across as a psycho, the worst part is I usually delete my sent messages box so my sober self can be spared the pain. What an idiot. I have even managed to text my boss stupid stuff before. However it is not me who was drunkenly texting last night, but my girlfriend who is on the other side of the world. This is a good thing, it means I get the texts in the middle of the day instead of while asleep. She says she misses me, she wishes she was with me. However It was her decision to go to Australia, so I have little sympathy. I sent her a text back saying ‘I am glad you have a good night, speak tomorrow xx’ I feel it was appropriate and no further texts came.
The manager situation has got better, once I got my head round the fact that she doesn’t care, and nor do I (happily married right?) I managed to get a whole conversation out without sounding like a fool. Brill.
Meeting my only gay friend today, she is going to come with me while I check on my goldfish. I had to leave Bette (Tina died) in my flat where I work, as I am currently staying at my parents and temping. If she is dead, it will be the 7th fish I have killed, and it will be the last pet I EVER get. The goldfish is like a practice run for a dog or cat. My girlfriend hates dogs so it looks like I will be getting a cat… but I don’t wanna end up a crazy cat lesbian…
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