Oral contract (nudge nudge wink wink)

Friday 11; June, 1999

email ` gbook ` i-seek-you ` handwriting

“Fuck, you’re a good catch”
I had a very boring day, waking up at three. I suck, basically. But I hadn’t slept very well the night before.

Olivia was supposed to come around tonight and watch Spiceworld with me. I had a shower and got dressed for her. I tidied up the lounge for her a little bit. I had all of her friends (well, Kyla and Moira) trying to get in contact with me. But I didn’t have Olivia. So I sat at home, staring at a computer screen, reading through histories and stuff, being very bored. Leyton came home and lurked in the lounge. I felt more and more lonely.

Eventually he got off the phone, so I grabbed it and ran to my room to call up Jo. I was such a mess, I ended up crying over the phone cos I was so lonely, and I felt really stink for doing that cos it made her unhappy too. But we had huge big long talks, and made all sorts of plans for when we next see each other again (and if you think that sounds seedy, you should have heard what we actually said!) We have a verbal contract you see. But not an oral contract. So that was good. I giggled lots instead of crying eventually which is always better.

Now I’m online. I’m cold. That’s okay though, cos I can send crass ICQ messages to Simon and scare him. I told Jo stuff that scared her too. It was amusing. Hahaha. I’m so tacky.

Aversion Therapy so doesn’t work.

Olivia wants to try and have Spice Night tomorrow night instead. If I had a life, I could spit in her eye. But I don’t and besides, I think she’s triffic anyways, so I wouldn’t want to do that.

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