Jams

You give me something better than coming home after a hard day, doing all of your jobs you wanted to do. (mine was tidy my room) And take all of your minging work clothes off, throw them in the washing basket, take that god forsaken bra off and get you comfy, warm jammies on and footsies and snuggle yo' ass into bed and get the pillows all propped up behind you. I have a V pillow so it wraps all the away around me. This is what dreams are.

So work was fun as per. I felt really really ill this morning because my stomach acid thing is flaring up. I think its with all the drama. Also there was an angry dutch woman which was hilarious. Besides that, I got nothing.

It's still hard. Little crappy things remind me of him, like we went to Spoons for tea and I thought about what we had, had together. And like I was tidying my room and there was a hand towel on the floor from when he washed his hair. Stuff like that is the things that make me want to crawl up in a ball and think about all our memories we once shared. Mmmf.

I hope you're all doing well.

Happy Blipping.