2004-07-28..12:48 p.m.

You know, after I wrote about girls using the loos as their own private phone booths, it seemed to actually stop. For a while I even started thinking that maybe, just maybe, there was another diarylander in the building who had a word with the culprit (because diarylanders themselves are never so rude of course). But guess who was proved wrong today???? THAT�S RIGHT! Jesus. There is nothing like someone chit-chatting away IN A PUBLIC TOILET that really makes me wish I�d had the triple bean burrito last night. Fucker.

I�m off early today to do bank stuffs and write stuffs. The bank stuffs is long overdue and I�m dreading it slightly. Same really for the write stuffs, but that at least will be the sort of headache I don�t mind.

Went to that concert with Boy last night at Bush Hall, which was indeed excellent, and then later had a Talk. A Relationship Talk. Those things make me all gashed and lashed on the inside, but this was relatively unwounding and the general consensus is that we�re doing really well and still really like each other and still make each other a bit hoopy with delight at the mere prospect of seeing each other. Isn�t that weird???! I think I need not tell you, but this sort of things all working smoothly and going places DOES NOT HAPPEN IN MY WORLD! I�m quite certain it�ll all get shot to shit sooner or later, because things do not go this well without serious repercussions. Ever. Regardless, this morning I awoke feeling immediately anxious and kept jumping on his every unconscious move as being Surely Indicative of an Impending Brush-off, which he then completely called me on. I�m a little overwhelmed by all this, and practically bouncing off rose-coloured walls with gleefulness, beaming grotesquely. To be sure I am now gagging on my own vomitous sincerity and dewy-eyed self-satisfied wonder. It sickens.

****meep