Perfectly realistic.25th of Mar. | 14:51 | 4 notes.
I recently got bored of my healthy, humdrum life so gave contracting an abhorrent fever a go, only to myself in a sweaty world of sweating, shivering & dreaming of flying through the sky with Chevy Chase & attacking an aircraft carriers (completely separate occasions, of course), followed by more sweating & a bit of aggravated prodding because I was “talking in my sleep” or “cuddling too close while being the same temperature as the sun” or “dribbling on her back”. My girlfriend is a compulsive liar.
She got me a bubble bath bar so I could soak in the tub to feel better, or so she could drown me… I wasn’t sure what her goal was, but, unfortunately, I woke up feeling rejuvenated before she could give it to me & went back to Brighton. So now I’m here with a bar of something which smells so good I want to crumble it on a dessert & a bath which is a wide as a gutter.
Also, Masterchef has started again & I haven’t had a chance to watch it.
Does anyone have a giant bath for rent so I can solve both issues simultaneously?15th of Mar. | 0:21 | 4 notes.
Dragged myself up the stairs to my flat looking forward to collapsing into my crisp, freshly washed sheets & instead was met with the realisation I left them at my parents & have no spares so I’m just left huddled in a pale, shapeless pile of pillows and a duvet.
I didn’t think I’d find a way to resemble a meth addict any more closely, I’m sleeping on a mattress on the floor as it is, but I have accomplished it.19th of Feb. | 1:29 | 8 notes.