On the phone, late Sunday evening, dozing as we compare weekends and make plans, conversation inevitably draws back to how cold it is. Because we are British. And incredibly interesting.
I am always cold. I list what I am wearing; Pyjama bottoms, two tshirts, my enormous (and unwashed) university hoodie, and socks. I even have the hood up.
It dawns on me, when we hang up, that should Law fail as a career, I'd be a great phone sex worker. You know, for that niche sector that likes girls in oversized grubby layers. Filth!
Monday 24 November 2008
Wednesday 19 November 2008
as predicted
I feel better today. Not more enthusiastic, but certainly more accepting.
And! Worse news! The greatest tragedy of our times! John Sargeant has bowed out of Strictly.
Proof the grass is never greener...?
And! Worse news! The greatest tragedy of our times! John Sargeant has bowed out of Strictly.
Proof the grass is never greener...?
Tuesday 18 November 2008
where I am
I feel soulless. Not in the indulgent way I occasionally ignore any moral compass I may possess, but spineless, weightless. A grey uneasy rest.
I do not love the law. I will never love the law. I cannot do this for the rest of my life.
I do not think I can do this at all.
A phone call; I say what has been building in my throat for days I despise that I let myself do this.
I cannot bear the drudgery. Discussion of statute is not debate, application of rules and attempting to sidestep difficult tax issues is not intellectual or exciting or anything but work any person willing to push solidly through these pages of bullet points could do.
Fuck, let's hope I'm as fickle as usual and change my mind by morning.
I do not love the law. I will never love the law. I cannot do this for the rest of my life.
I do not think I can do this at all.
A phone call; I say what has been building in my throat for days I despise that I let myself do this.
I cannot bear the drudgery. Discussion of statute is not debate, application of rules and attempting to sidestep difficult tax issues is not intellectual or exciting or anything but work any person willing to push solidly through these pages of bullet points could do.
Fuck, let's hope I'm as fickle as usual and change my mind by morning.
Monday 3 November 2008
material
I've had a some very complimentary comments on the way I dress recently. Basically, I want to be this girl.
You really should click that link.
I did some shopping at the weekend. I even bought a top that wasn't black, or grey. It is blue, though, so hardly a departure from my usual palette.
On a related note, anyone finding that London is making them accidentally skinny? I have dropped a jeans size without even trying. Not complaining, but boooo to having to try on clothes amid sweaty Saturday shoppers.
Seriously, click that link. Even if you're a bloke. She's very pretty.
You really should click that link.
I did some shopping at the weekend. I even bought a top that wasn't black, or grey. It is blue, though, so hardly a departure from my usual palette.
On a related note, anyone finding that London is making them accidentally skinny? I have dropped a jeans size without even trying. Not complaining, but boooo to having to try on clothes amid sweaty Saturday shoppers.
Seriously, click that link. Even if you're a bloke. She's very pretty.
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