Mims

The life of Mims
2003-10-31 18:55:50 (UTC)

Diarys

Twas supposed to be my last day of work today....but I
have been cajoled into working for the next three weeks.
Poopy, but not so poopy, because it's just on reception.

Totally gutted I can't go to see Phil, Craig and Andrew
tonight at thier party in Cardiff. Promised to be very
inebriated, if not particularly spooky. So I gave Phil a
call, and we had a chat.
I've known that Phil keeps a diary on here for some time
now, because people have mentioned it to me...but I havn't
really looked at it previous to now. Kinda felt,
especially during the summer, that he might not
*appreciate* me reading his private thoughts. Decided he
might find it strange. But he told me today that he
doesn't mind, which is really sweet. It's amazing to know
that I have friends who will let me into thier heads, as
such. I value that a lot. Just wanted to let him know it's
reciprocated...So thanks Phil.........if he reads
this....don't know if you do, but if you don't, you can,
but if you don't, you wouldn't read this.....tis all very
confusing as you can see :-) but the upshot is, he is a
great friend. Thanks.
Weird, I've kinda had a day of being on this site (I'm
sad) catching up on Phil's entries, and discovering some
other blokes called Moe, who I don't know, but who has
some interesting views. Might respond to some of his more
philosophical/political entries.

Also kinda sad because I was looking forward to catching
the train up there (should I have ever got round to
organising it) with Andrew. Don't really know Andrew too
well, but I know he is one of Phil's closest freinds, and
a very interesting sort of chap. I know he ocassionally
glances at this...just for him to know, that I think he is
great fun, and I hope we collide at one of Phil's many
house parties, or in Swansea in the future *electronic
wave and grin.*

Siobhan is coming in about 2 hours now AND I AM FREAKING
OUT. I don't know what she is going to make of this
place...my bald(ish) mum, my heart pill popping dad, a
screaming Alison and brazen 8 year old kid. All I can
promise is that things are going to be really really
stressful, and I wish I wasn't hear for any of it. I just
want to get away RIGHT NOW and leave all the stress and
panic behind. When we were in college, everyone was kinda
equal, same room, same possessions, families were not
there and niether were homes. But this is different
territory, and I can tell you now, I don't feel
comfortable in it when people visit. Not one little bit.
God knows what my blood pressure is doing right now. I
don't want to know.
Ah crap.
Why aren't I in Cardiff getting pissed instead of
stressing in Swansea.
arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhh

Love M




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