Freaking Out
Something I did is making me freak out.
I can't talk about it.
Though I wish I could.
But it's freaking me out.
It was unavoidable.
But shit timing.
So I'm freaking out.
A lot.
Random thoughts, comments, observations and general fluff from a random bint who left London at the end of September 2004 to embark on a new life and new adventures in Tokyo, land of the cute.... and is leaving mid-June 2010 - and counting!
2 Comments:
ooooh. Hope you're OK! Fingers crossed. xx
7:41 am
Thanks honey.
If you didn't catch my hints on FB or here, I plan to leave here in order to work on a residential summer course in LONDON.
Exactly when depends on when whichever one I do starts. Have three interviews lined up so far.
Will be working fucking hard but plan to spend days off catching up with people.
And can't fucking wait.
It's been too long. Too many people I miss. And your bab is now a big boy and I've not met gooy-looey yet.
Really can't wait.
xxx
12:32 am
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