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.
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