Post number seventy five

I couldn't think of an appropriate title, can you tell?

So i'm sitting here sipping a Horlick's and listening to some 60s music whilst mum dances about the kitchen, singing along.
My past week hasn't been particularly eventful, except for the fact that i kind of might have a boyfriend now. Which is very nice!

At work on Sunday this bloke came in again, he stares at me a lot and follows me around and tries to grab my hands and is just generally really really flirty. He isn't creepy or anything, he's quite nice actually, but it makes me laugh so much. 'Course he takes my uncontrollable laughter as, i don't know, nerves? So i think he thinks i think he is really attractive. Which he kind of is, but he isn't my type (he doesn't like Doctor Who or Harry Potter)
Have i suddenly become really attractive in the past year?! I really don't understand, i never used to get much attention from boys! Maybe it is that i have learned how makeup works.

This is going to be another disjointed post, i hope you know that.

Someone commented on my booth with "Smitten kitten". I like it.
I almost want to google it and see what comes up... okay i will
IT IS A LINGERIE STORE. DYING.

So she waits in the rain for a flicker of hope,
whilst ALL OF HER FRIENDS ARE OUT SMOKING DOPE

idk

i was going to write something lovely but i ceeeeeeebs
this is Tori on not much sleep
HOORAY
i am almost tempted to actually sleep before midnight, but that is crazy.

OH. I will watch August Rush again.
My children better be musically talented. Else they'll find the years of music lessons i make them take to be unbelievably tedious.

I am only joking.

Sort of.


What is there to write? What is there to say?
Same things happen every day.
Not a thing to write, not a thing to say,
So i take my pen in hand and start the same old way
Dear i thought i'd drop a line,
the weather's cool, the folks are fine.
I'm in bed each night at 9,
P.S. I love you. 


Having a bit of a Sinatra sing-a-long.

YEP. So i had a good week or whatever.