Rendezvous
07 August 09 : 01.16 AM
I was writing about what a good time I had on the couch with Bertrand watching Jamie Oliver cook courgettes, until I realized how absolutely lyrically poignant I made everything sounded which really wasn't what it felt like then...
I know even the boyfriend thinks I'm emotional and depressed and stuff but really, if you ask a select group of people that I'm really myself with, they'd tell you I laugh like a cunt at everything. And you don't know half the things I think up in my head that makes me giggle. But thank god for decency.
And yes I never once doubted that my life is better than yours.