So here I was, idle on a Friday night, pissed off about having to go to work tomorrow - crazy ass job, on a Saturday; I gave some thought to giving my notice, got over it, had thirteen chocolate trufles, then realized that I was grumpy mainly from missing my girlfriend across the pond and all of my friends that I've been neglecting for the past few months. Just as well I live with one and work with another. Soon my favourite cute boy is moving to fucking Japan. I knew I should have sabotaged his interview. I'm sad. And when I'm sad I don't go out so I neglect my friends even more.
Soon I'll just move into one of those artificial caves that Victorian landscape gardeners were so fond of - complete with Resident Hermit and a a-ha for the most style conscious. That'll be me. The Chiswick Hermit. Small children will come and throw stones at my disheveled and tragic figure.
I'm digressing. Where was I- yeah. People.
I've always suspected that long distance relationships were for those who were scared of the real thing. Not brave enough for the daily grind, the bathroom sharing, the romance-stifling trips to sainsbury's, the council tax paying, the tub cleaning. Hey , I know someone I'd happily go to sainsbury's with, and it'd be fun. Also it turns her on when I clean the bathtub.
THis whole long distance business is, as I've found out, not for the faint hearted. That's why I didn't want to have one, and then, bam, just when I was busy humping someone else, I bumped into that woman who made me laugh by running like a hedgehog and made me all warm and fluffy inside , and I was smitten and shit. I'm seriously hooked. The first thing I do when I get to work in the morning is to cross off the day in my diary, stare at the page in disbelief, count the months/weeks/days until my job and my budget allow me to fly to Her again. I can't start work until that daily little ritual has been carried out. Of course it sucks more when I don't know when the next plane will be.
Right now I don't know when the next plane will be. Luckily there are some chocolate trufles left.