17th May 2002, 01:08.
You know it’s really annoying to have bits of my new website there and
working. I kind of want to show people what it’s going to look like – but it’s
not ready yet. So you’ll have to wait. It’s all tedious stuff now – y’know,
doing the extracting of the page content from the old pages and adding it to the
new ones….
Anyway, it’s been a while so:
You love to be pampered and romanced by your men and things like cuddling by
a fire, having an intimate meal, or having a long, deep conversation can always
put you in the mood. Sex to you is usually more about the man your with than the
act itself. Not a one-night stand kind of girl, newness and disconnectedness
just don’t do it for you. The mature, stable men you prefer to date appreciate
your loyalty and big heart, but they especially love the way you inspire their
more aggressive, protective masculine side.
And…
(Don’t worry, there’s more diary entry further down…)
So, I spent the day shopping. Yes, yes, I know I’m already broke but I’d
reached the point where my only remaining pair of leggings was unwearably
hole-y, and since that’s what I wear most of the time.
Also, my unfeasibly short tennis/teeshirt dress was, well, unfeasibly short.
It was short when I bought it in 1998, but after a few washes it’s shrunk.
Apparently you could see my underwear – and apparently (number 2) that’s a bad
thing ;-)
So, anyway, I went off to spain.
No, not really, I think I’m a bit tired for doing this.
I went down to Brizzle city centre with Lauren and attempted to track down
some leggings and some sort of replacement dress.
Having visted my usual haunts (I’m broke, so I tend to go to crap shops. Also
crap shops tend to do just plain leggings with no logos, and no faffing) -I was
shocked to discover that they appear to have outlawed leggings and tennis
dresses. This is the only explanation for it. Only one shop had a blackmarket
supply of leggings. Yes folks I was reduced to British…no, no, I can’t say
it…..
And the same place also had, yes, a decent dress.
So, that was me satisfied – we actually spent quite a nice day just
meandering around Bristol city centre.
Of course my problem is – there’s lots of things I want. I know in my heart
they won’t make me any happier – but I hate wandering around book shops and
sci-fi shops, and frankly around clothes shops and knowing that it doesn’t
matter what I want – I can’t really afford to buy it.
*sigh*
Need money to pay bills this month – which means going and hastling the
agency again. Which is less fun than it could be.
Anyway. I dunno. My moods been all screwy the last few days. I’ve been in one
of those “want to do something but know not what” kind of moods. I also keep
not-going-jogging – and I’ve not been swimming for ages – which I also want to
do.
*Mutter*
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Kate E
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