green brooche by eleven hearts, from the adoring bf.
Lettre de Voltaire, 2007
10.16pm: I love you too. My feet are filthy i feel sick sitting on the toilet wanna yak and shit i feel horrible :-(..
11.21pm: I’m still not asleep. My head is pounding and I feel incredibly nauseous.
7.37am: Calling in sick.
7.52am: Finally speak to my boss.
8.21am: last night i was soooo sick i threw up alot but i think it was for the best. Felt better this morning i bounce back ok.Xx
8.23am: It was the sangria i tell you! Red wine and fruit juice vs beer..Yuk! Your bounce back morning powers amaze me! Well you amaze me!
I knew sangria, beer and panadol was a horrible idea.
Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.
- W. Wordsworth