January sucks.
Now that Christmas is over, I think everyone is slowly sinking into a January depression. I, myself, have spent the day watching romcoms and crying into a pillow.. I'm now waiting for a massive order from Dominos so I can eat my feelings in peace. Everyone suddenly feels like they are stuck in a rut, and have nothing to look forward to.
Recently, I've been missing Chester a lot, but I think this is partly down to not being able to stroll into a cocktail bar at 4pm on a Wednesday, get drunk off £10 and see about 50 people you know. Living in a small town is just not that exciting. I suppose I could go down to the bus shelter and take a bottle of white lightning and really fit in.. I could really go to town and put a cigarette behind my ear.
I'm generally missing regular nights out.. I didn't even go out on New Year's Eve, because I chose to work the night shift instead. Having said this, I had a right ball because I had the flu so I spent my night in a cold sweat due to a lemsip overload. It almost felt like I was in a hot sweaty club, only there was snot everywhere. I was desperately bitter that night and refused to wish anyone a happy new year. The only pro was that on New Year's Day I was almost the only person that wasn't hungover, even if I had to spend the day on the sofa being molested by the dog. I was too weak (from the deathly flu) to fight the dog off, so he used that opportunity to lick my face repeatedly, and occasionally he managed to slip his tongue into my mouth. It was a traumatic day.
I'm probably starting to get old as I relished the 50p Christmas cards in Clintons, and then stowed them away ready for next Christmas. I've also been becoming adventurous in the kitchen.. and by adventurous I mean not just cooking beige foods in the oven and covering them in cheese. I even made a corned beef hash recently. If you don't know what this is, then you haven't lived.
Me and my boyfriend are even getting old, by planning a lovely getaway to the Peak District, so we can go walking, have picnics and maybe even start knitting. I'm planning to knit some baby booties, because you never know when someone is going to pop out a sprog.
To try and get myself out of the January rut, I've decided to look forward to my holiday to Spain in July.. but then remembered if I wear a bikini in public I might get harpooned. People are cruel. Another thing to look forward to is the possibility of going back to University to complete a Masters degree. That's if I even get on the course I want. If not, I'm going to grow a beard and join the circus.
Recently, I've been missing Chester a lot, but I think this is partly down to not being able to stroll into a cocktail bar at 4pm on a Wednesday, get drunk off £10 and see about 50 people you know. Living in a small town is just not that exciting. I suppose I could go down to the bus shelter and take a bottle of white lightning and really fit in.. I could really go to town and put a cigarette behind my ear.
I'm generally missing regular nights out.. I didn't even go out on New Year's Eve, because I chose to work the night shift instead. Having said this, I had a right ball because I had the flu so I spent my night in a cold sweat due to a lemsip overload. It almost felt like I was in a hot sweaty club, only there was snot everywhere. I was desperately bitter that night and refused to wish anyone a happy new year. The only pro was that on New Year's Day I was almost the only person that wasn't hungover, even if I had to spend the day on the sofa being molested by the dog. I was too weak (from the deathly flu) to fight the dog off, so he used that opportunity to lick my face repeatedly, and occasionally he managed to slip his tongue into my mouth. It was a traumatic day.
I'm probably starting to get old as I relished the 50p Christmas cards in Clintons, and then stowed them away ready for next Christmas. I've also been becoming adventurous in the kitchen.. and by adventurous I mean not just cooking beige foods in the oven and covering them in cheese. I even made a corned beef hash recently. If you don't know what this is, then you haven't lived.
Me and my boyfriend are even getting old, by planning a lovely getaway to the Peak District, so we can go walking, have picnics and maybe even start knitting. I'm planning to knit some baby booties, because you never know when someone is going to pop out a sprog.
To try and get myself out of the January rut, I've decided to look forward to my holiday to Spain in July.. but then remembered if I wear a bikini in public I might get harpooned. People are cruel. Another thing to look forward to is the possibility of going back to University to complete a Masters degree. That's if I even get on the course I want. If not, I'm going to grow a beard and join the circus.
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