Darf

I didn't get the apartment I mentioned earlier on. And I guess I didn't get the job I didn't mention but had an interview to. I'm not that sure if I even wanted that job to be honest. I don't want to work. Why can't there be any nice jobs that don't require 10+ years of studies in the uni? Like, just for example, making a tv series for the BBC about the wonders of the solar system. Hm.
I don't understand.

I've been watching Dexter and I totally have the hots for his sister. She's so cute and tall and skinny. And awkward! Every time I see her running on that dreadmill I want to do the same thing. Too bad my stupid ankles start bitching when I try to run. I'm such a broken thing!

I contacted two of my 'old friends' asking if we could meet since it's been a while. The other one said yes and we're meeting next Wednesday! That is fantastic. I haven't heard from the other one but there could be real reasons for that. As, he's not online like normal people. Too bad I'm a princess and I require answers right away. It's answers or hatred!

One thing I like about living in the country is heating my gramma's wooden stowe. It's nice to sit in front of it and read. (This house is rather cold.) It can be kinda like having a fireplace!
What I should do is write in front of it. The hazard in that is of course getting super annoyed with my writing (happens a lot) and just throwing the whole thing into the fire.