when's day?

It's now official. I've moved in. Nothing of mine is left at De Lacy Mount. Apart from a side table, my X-Box and some curtains. All of which I am donating to the boys. I am way too tired to unpack the rest of my crap though. Poor, tidy, minor-case-of-OCD-suffering S is being very patient with me. We are sitting in the living room surrounded by boxes and bags of Lucystuff and I am too full of fajitas for to move any of it.

Last weekend I got paid, which was fab. I also got skint, which was not so bad, and was on account of my buying S dinner at Yo Sushi! and then getting very drunk and thinking that going to Wildcats, the lapdancing club of choice for the young professional, would be a grand idea.

I made friends with the troll lady in the toilets in Tiger Tiger too. I'm going to take her charity shop shopping, apparently.

I'm not a bitch, I'm a drunken horror,

With no money.

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I can't believe we're already three weeks into 2008. It's flying by so quickly. I've moved into S's flat (although it's not official until 1st February - lots of my stuff is still at the old house) and we seem to have settled into a lovely little haven of domesticity. He's very tidy. I forgot that. It's good.

There is a farewell party on this evening somewhere in Harrogate, for a lady who henceforth I'll call 'C'. S was invited to the farewell party. In fact, S was probably the reason for the farewell party, as C is in love with him, and has been for a number of years. After she discovered S and I were a couple, she decided the best thing to do (after begging my boyfriend to sleep with her first, for 'closure') would be to leave the country for a year and join a commune or something equally as lame and straight out of Dawson's Creek.

All credit to her, she's got some balls. I never thought she'd go through with it. Part of me wanted S to go to the party to make sure she was leaving.

I'm a bitch.