Thinking
I’ve done a lot of it, today, I’m sad to say. Thinking is something I like to avoid completely. And yet here I am, the product of my own misery because I think too much. I’ve come to several realisations today, and actually they all either scare me or make me upset.
I desperately want - no, NEED - to go out tonight and get completely shitfaced and party til a ridiculous hour of the morning.
DONT TRUST THE BITCH IN APARTMENT 23
I LOVE THIS TV PROGRAMME!!!!!!!
I am so tired.
Tomorrow I have the displeasure of going to work and I dread to think of how many emails I will come back to.
My estimation is ~50 unanswered/unopened, excluding “failed to integrate” notification emails.
I bet that there will be emails from: Daisy (at least one, at least, and she will DEFINITELY have called): Guilliermo (he’s arriving on Saturday): maybe Fred: at least one commission claim from a Brazilian travel agency who think for some reason that I work in accounts: Sarah who definitely smokes 40 a day: Jess, possibly: Val for certain… there’ll definitely be unopened mail from BA and Orbitz, and all of the no-shows (seriously hoping that people have been arriving to their reservations this week and not causing me more work!)
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Life
It’s a really strange thing, you know.
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I love the perfection of the wave in this!!!!!
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Turns out I am properly sick, not just suffering with lady business. Not that the doctors can do / do actually do anything to help.
Pedro gave me a medicine when we got in which seemed to help a bit, as the stomach cramps I was getting whilst watching the French open were ridiculously painful :( he went out to buy water, and bananas, and tidied our room and mopped the floor too, and did the washing up and looked after me today, and came home early yesterday too to look after me.
I’m so fucking hungry but I don’t know what I can safely eat without making myself more sick :(
Eu sou melhor que você letras
Todo mundo acha que pode, acha que é pop, acha que é poeta.
Todo mundo tem razão e vence sempre na hora certa.
Todo mundo prova sempre pra si mesmo que não há derrota.
Todo homem tem voz grossa e tem pau grande,
E é maior do que o meu, do que o seu, do que o do Pedro Sá
Todo mundo é referência e se compara só pra ver que é melhor.
Todo mundo é mais bonito do que eu mas eu sou mais que todos.
Todo mundo tem suingue, é feliz, é forte e sabe sambar.
Todos querem mas não podem admitir a coexistência do orgulho e do amor porque:
Eu sou melhor que você, Boa viagem.
Eu sou melhor que você mas por favor fique comigo que eu não tenho mais ninguém
Todo mundo diz que sabe e quando diz que não sabe é porque,
é charmoso não saber algo que todas as pessoas já sabem como é.
Todo mundo é especial, é original, é o que todos queriam ser.
Não basta ser inteligente, tem que ser mais do que o outro pra ele te reconhecer.
Todo mundo ganha grana pra dizer que ela não vale nada.
Todo mundo diz que é contra a violência e sempre dá porrada.
Todos querem se apaixonar sem se arriscar, nem se expor e nem sofrer.
Todas querem vida fácil sem ser puta e com reputação,
Se reprimem e começam a dizer:
Eu sou melhor que você.
Eu sou melhor que você mas por favor fique comigo que eu não tenho mais ninguém!
É melhor que você,
Mais ninguém é melhor que você.
Todo mundo acha que pode, acha que é pop, acha que é poeta.
:(
Body
So fucking hot! I’ve been so unwell today and now I can’t sleep so tomorrow will be such a long day :(
Sometimes I really hate being a woman.
Trying not to fall asleep before Pedro gets home as I have an argument to come back to. It’s from monday/tuesday and had finished without really being verbally resolved properly. I wish to resolve this. Therefore I have a ridiculous wish to bring the argument up again in an attempt to get closure on it, so that I can file it away and get a better, clearer understanding of the outcome.
As you can see, I have scribbled down an action plan. I believe that it is quite very reasonable. I have thought of more for Pedro than myself.
This is our third week back in B-Town, and we’re doing it again already.
London is not for us, any more. Everything is too expensive and too stressful. The quality of life is appalling.
I would still recommend everyone to experience city life - there’s nothing quite like it - but we’ve done our bit. It’s not really our scene any more.
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This was us, two days ago. We crashed down into the shallows and spread up the beach yesterday. And now - and for the next little while - we’re sneaking back to the depths of the ocean.
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Scrimping together every last penny to pay for the last pizza of the night from Tops
