I Kiss You A Thousand Times

Greetings on Day 2. 


Today has been far less productive that yesterday. 


1. Pin woke me from a mental dream. I dreamt that the Archer women, Katie and I were all arguing over who Emily likes more. Then Neill had to get involved to calm us all down.  HA. Anyway, so Pin woke me up with this infernal scratching at my door, I don't know where she learnt how to do it. Now she's taught Lucy how to do it and if I don't answer in what they deem to be an acceptable length of time, they double team me until I freak out with anger. So then she's shouting at me to feed her, whining, running about shouting for food, trying to break into the food cupboard, assuring me she hasn't been fed for days, claiming she's wasting away, bemoaning her filmy skin dripping from mere bones. I put down her food, and minutes later was informed by our cleaner (lol, hello bourgeois) that Pin had already eaten all of her own and Lucy's food. PIN! 
She is supposed to be on a diet. Why give up now Pin?  

Who can deny this imploring face?

2. Then I went into Malmes to post a glowing CV for a job that will certainly turn me down. I'd figured this excursion would take up at least an hour of my day but I totes overestimated and was home again in like 10 minutes. And the cleaner was still getting all about the place, casting disapproving eyes over my attire; tutting as she glanced at the clock when I rolled out of bed, hollering at Pin; huffing as I sat on cushions she'd just plumped. I felt unwanted in my own home. 


3. I made this boy come and pick me up 

and then I got in the way while he tried to work and I wrote witty and insightful comments on his arm ("I love bums", "Also, I love men") hahaaaa. 


4. Then I read some books to keep my brain alive. I found a love poetry book in Oxfam ages and ages ago and I liked it because of the picture on the front. Usually I hate poetry, and I hated most of this book but there were some lovely bits. And a funny one called 'Song of the Fucked Duck' HAHA, but it wasn't as good as it sounds. It wasn't even about a duck. 
Here are some good extracts for your reading pleasure:

• "There is a strong wall about me to protect me:/ It is built of the words you have said to me"
• "Why do I love? Go, ask the Glorious Sun/Why every day it round the world doth run"
• "I would beat with your heart as it beats, I would follow your soul as it leads"

5. Then I read a book that was mentioned in the Sex and the City Movie (shame) and it seemed super good so I googled it and it doesn't actually exist but is based on a book called Love Letters of Great Men and Women so I bought that. There are some super great bits from famous old people like Byron, Shelley, Mozart, Beethoven. I'm pretty sure no one reading this is that bothered about quotes from poetry or other people's love letters, so I'll just include one that is simple but lovely. 

I can only live, either altogether with you or not at all.

6. Then I started reading another book but got super sleepy so I watched Gilmore Girls and ate a horrid brazil nut that I found in my mum's room.

It was in a bag, not just like...on the floor. But it was still gross. 

7. Today's job applications total at 0. Hoping I'll somehow still become employed. TWO SLEEPS UNTIL HOLIDAY.