I've come to the conclusion that:
I seem to be catnip for middle aged women. The Spanish aren’t just lax about road safety, they’re pretty much suicidal. And Gibraltar’s even worse. Spanish drink measures are literally triple what they are at home, fuck. I’ve lost a little weight, without even trying. I’m cool with this.
As much as I love my family & the pets, it was simply glorious to have 20 minutes to myself earlier. For 3 years I’ve been use to having my own space, doing things at my own pace - suddenly living with four other people, two cats & a dog is quite a shock to my system.
Today I bought:
A litre bottle of 56% rum, for £4.95. A beautiful matt black Swatch. I like Gibraltar.
Just read that apparently Carlos Tevez refused to come off the bench for City tonight. I hate to be “that guy”, the type that gets on his high horse about a fucking game - but that’s such a shocking show of sportsmanship. It’s disgusting, & is a perfect example of everything that’s wrong with the game nowadays.
I love this Spanish sun & heat. I love the clouds & the breeze, making it bearable. I love having a tan, I feel nice. I love the fact the sun’s brought up my freckles, I like them.
Not enjoying this not eating till 9 lark. By then the dog & cats just look like walking steaks.
I will never understand people that complain about anonymous abuse, but insist on leaving anon on?
promsong: Feeling lonely again. I miss being in lust and then falling in love, and it all being reciprocated. It’s been 18 months and I’m really not sure I can see a relationship - a really tight one - happening again, I know it’s cliche, but I honestly don’t see it. No one even wants to have sex with me, let alone cuddle up and watch a film. Feelin’ this.
As much as I love my nan, she really has to remember that I’m 21 now & dad’s 45. If she speaks to us like we’re 10 one more time, I’m going to find something to strike her with.
Day 5 in the Spain house.
Caught the sun quite a lot today, which pissed me off cause I’ve been religiously applying suncream. Oh well. Might just have a chill day tomorrow, catch some films & read on the balcony. I’m also feeling pretty ashamed about Friday night’s encounter, but it was amazing. Oh my. I miss people though. As lovely as it is here, I could never move out here for good.
I done a bad thing Friday night, but it was fun. One of those things you don’t know whether to be proud of or a little ashamed.
Spain is beautiful.
It’s so, so hot. But dad & Jan have a garden on the roof of their apartment, which catches the wind & drops the temperature by like five degrees, which is lovely. Where they’re kind of near Gibraltar, means it’s kind of cloudy too, which helps keep the heat down in the afternoons, whilst still tanning. Nan & grandad’s anniversary today, & nan’s...
Also, one more thing. Spanish girls are so attractive, holy hell.
One advantage of a phone interview?
Having the company website up on your computer when they ask “so what do you know about us?”