Sundays

Sunday, March 11, 2007
Current mood: frustrated


Sweeties,

't Is the first time I take my lapdog to a public place to write to you.
I am currently sitting in the Watershed with a beer, surrounded by couples and families out and about. Well... you know, at least here I SEE some other people. I am going stir crazy in the flat. Nobody to talk to but the tv, simple as that.

I had a very uneventful week: workshop on Monday, looked after baby J. on Tuesday, dinner with N. on Tuesday evening (very pleasant), forgot about Wednesday because nothing probably happened - ah yes, I made curtains for ExBoy's mum until my sewing machine packed in, Thursday looked after the baby again and saw my friend M. to talk about house costs, Friday and Saturday in the gallery with no customers as the weather was probably too nice and now it's Sunday.... And I'm lonely , and bored, ... and I can't go on ringing up people I barely know for company, what?

God, I hate being on my own.
I'm someones child and someones sister and even several peoples' friend but I'm no body's special one; you know what I'm saying? (grumbles)
And it's very hard and I'm fed up and really really really evily pissed off with ExBoy for doing this to me. Bastard!

I did go and see some Cuban hip hoppers followed by a Salsa band yesterday but I was home before I turned into a pumpkin. The only persons to actually talk to me were the barmaid and the taxi driver not quite Ms. Popular then eh?

Talk about being lonely in a crowd. Hell! Why is it so difficult to meet new people?