Just writing a tiny winy post to see if I can publish at work after all. It’s weird if I can’t, cause I swear that those who use blogger can.
Dad’s in London today and I am kind of looking forward to meeting him and kind of not. I have described what my dad’s like earlier in the blog, so for me to repeat any description would be boring. I hope everything’s perfect this time. Luckily, it’s only one night, or a few hours rather as all we’re doing together is a nice meal. I hope he takes me somewhere really posh. Dad’s alright in small doses. He might even have more respect for me with my new job. I love him really though. He’s my father. I keep saying that, becasue I feel bad slagging him off the way I do. He can be a fat ugly bastard sometimes, but deep down, he’s a nice man and I know he would be hurt if he knew what I thought sometimes. I guess my fair of hurting people is the main reason I wasn’t as rebellious as a teenager. I was, but I wasn’t the classical teenage rebellian.
That guy I wrote about the other day, really is cool. I’ve spoken to him loads and we’ve got the same taste in music and like lots of the same things apart from music too. That was a very bad sentence, but too lazy to change it! We’re still working closely together, but can’t write more about that as he might venture over at any point to talk to me!!
I’m really and truly over TJ. I have to ring him one of these days though as we’ve got some practical things to sort out. I wouldn’t had it not been for that. Don’t wanna talk to him. Good I never fell properly in love but only just started to love him, if that makes sens.
