February.

So, just to get us up to speed. Myself and the blonde bomb shell split up. I did attempt to write a reaaaaaaally depressing, poetic and self deprecating post about in on here just the other week but my laptop wouldn't allow it. Probably for the best as I would literally be dying from the amount of shuddering I would have to do due to the words I managed to type in my warped state.
So, we broke up. I finished him and now the Adele songs don't get my sympathy. Maybe she deserved to be broken up with? Maybe she was needy and crazy and an angry drunk who wouldn't meet your friends? And there we go sympathising with Adele because she's all crying and singing about it. What about him? What if he is a perfectly great guy who deserves better than being moaned about over 'rumours having it' and god knows what else?
I saw him at a club the other night as he had invited me there (he probably told his friends later on that I was an intruder and refused all knowledge of the whole thing) we argued immediately because I bumped into his friend and he escorted me to the x-files. This was apparently a problem. So, I left within 8 minutes of being in the club. We paid £6 to get in...
The next day I returned home to find a picture of myself that he had kindly returned to me. 'It's best you have this' was written on the back. Don't worry, it wasn't anything x-rated just a recent modelling photo he wanted and now doesn't want.
At least it's over right? No more arguing, dreading phone calls, worrying if he is going to bollock me over something or nothing. We did have some good times but they are now tainted with frost.

To lighten up this post, I did have an indoor water fight yesterday! Literally had buckets of water tipped over my head and thrown into my face. INSIDE. It was incredible.

Ta ta for now, I have one of those lecture things you're supposed to be at university for.

Cyaaaaaaaaaa. Byeeeeeeeee.