Dear Diary,
Well, I'm stymied. Completely and utterly. It would appear that my fuck buddy has BAILED ON ME. I mean, really. After cancelling Saturday as his old mates were in town (understandable), he suggested Thursday instead. So, he started chatting to me earlier, apparently he's "ill." And by "ill" he means a "cold and sore throat." OK, for starters, HE'S not the one who's going to have a large object entering his throat. I am. Second, since when was ILLNESS an excuse? Unless he has SWINE FLU I do not POSSIBLY see what is to keep him from ripping my clothes off and flinging me onto a Travelodge duvet. I once shagged someone during LADY TIME for christ's sake, and that is far more deadly and paniful than any Man flu.
Anyway. He might not have Swine Flu, but he bravely assured me he would do his best to recover in time for Thursday. My heart frigging BLEEDS for him. He'd better get over here and do it fast, or I'll lose patience and find someone else. I say as if I have loads of offers, ha ha. Mind you, I'm sure Gary would oblige, and who KNOWS where things might lead with Joe? Although I'm determined not to sleep with him straight away. He's obviously not some lad I met on a night out - if he got my number and likes me and actually asks me out, then it's worth making him wait. This is assuming he actually DOES ask me out. Oooh, it'd be nice if he did. I don't think I've ever actually been on a proper date...... Apart from the little date-ettes I went on with Aaron, but those obviously don't count. I don't count anything we ever did together. He obviously didn't, the cunt.
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Current Music: "Northern Lad" - Tori Amos
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that excuse is worthy of kirsty! advance warning, not a complete no straight away theres a chance of pulling through but everything in place for the firm no on the day when its tragically got worse and you should be sympathetic not annoyed.....
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