ive never considered myself a julias caesar, or any roman at all, in fact (much prefer the celts). but it would appear that fate has branded me as him anyway;
sum1 has stabbed me in the back.

i am crossing my fingers so hard for baltek, my flesh is turning white around my bones! i hope he gets what he wants!

i, am exhausted. sleep curls its dreamy tendrils round my limbs and claims control. i am too tired to do anything but sleep. And today, i argued with R. that, making me shed salty tears, draining me and leaving an empty vessel. perhaps sleep can cure this?

oh snow,
my love for you does grow!

last nite, flurries of little white crystals began to fall and by the time i woke this morning, they had carpeted the entire world - beyond my window at least! it was magical; an eerie silence stretched its boneless fingers as far as it could grasp! it looked so clean and perfect!
the day was spent wtih claire and rachel, treading in the white till our fingers and toes quaked with the cold!
photos are to come - they are largely with toothpaste ad smiles and crinkly eyes!

did not see R today tho :(

i am consumed with bitter jealousy! its unhealthy, but at least it shows i care? (in a slightly derranged, psychochantic kind of way). unlike a couple i know, who are surely "loving" out of habit, if their systematic cheating and affairs are anything to judge by.

anyas party last nite was v.v.good, i enjoyed myself more
than i have in a while; despite unwelcome advances from a brummie in a hat with a warm coat! claire looked beautiful, absolutely exuding beauty from her very pores and the twin danced! acheivement!

i am coveting little things, petite tiny things. glittering photoframes and sweetly girly tibits and clutter from monsoon home, like pearly white photoframes and teeny tiny compact mirriors.