Shopping! Shopping! Shopping!

Dear Diary,

Yesterday was fantastic. I'd forgotten just how thrilling and utterly satisfying it feels to go shopping with hard-earned wages - especially those that total above £25 a week.

Yesterday I bought:

Face cleanser
The sexiest, roomiest, softest black clutchbag ever (see here)
Grey hippie t-shirt (see here)
Pink and black big chunky sexy bracelet (£7.50 but totally worth it)
Fucking HOT underwear set from Marks and Sparks sale (see here)
Black and white striped dress with pink belt - very flattering, right length, right shape, not to mention low cut.....

Met K for lunch as well, and returned home completely exhausted. Like, so exhausted I nearly collapsed in Alice's car, despite being sat down. Still, a munch on some Millie Cookies, a short nap, a shower, and some Paracetemol later, I was more than ready for work, which was boring as usual. Terrible tips. Still, had a good day, despite no word from Joe AT ALL. He rang while I was with Alice, I told him I'd speak to him later, and I didn't hear from him all day, despite several texts, 2 calls and a voicemail.

Naturally I was torn between annoyance, worry that he was annoyed at me and terror that he'd been hit by a bus - but after a prompting text from me this morning, it transpired that he was madly hungover. Ah alcohol - the truth is in there!
Sadly not in a celebratory or fun way - apparently work was so hellish yesterday that he went out to get a drink after work and simply didn't stop....... until he was found sleeping in a bus station by the police. Simply couldn't believe it - if anything because he hasn't been drunk in 3 years (apart from our 1st date). Wish he'd called me if things were that terrible, but his phone was on silent, it would seem. Oh dear.

On the bright side, Posh Indian is booked and the Kitten toy arrived today. More stages confirmed!

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Current Mood: complacent
Current Music: "Ugly Betty" theme