Extra Late Birthday Bits About How I’d ‘Never Get Published’ & Other Rubbish…

I’ve copied and pasted this from tumblr because I feel (now that I’ve moved out and am happy and no longer have to deal with the person in question) that I ought to let you guys know what happened on my birthday this year – I was going to backdate this to the date stamp on my tumblr page, but instead I’ll just note it here as the 22nd February 2013. The happier part is first.

Annnnd this is how my 23rd birthday went:

Or basically, how Howard spoiled me all yesterday…

He brought me my favourite chocolate bar the night before my birthday after I’d finished work and then in the morning he gave me my card which had a really gorgeous message inside that he’d written. Then he gave me a box of ‘premium’ quality chocolates because I apparently deserve the best. And then he made me check my emails for the £30 voucher he’d given me for a site that I always go on.

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All The Lonely People…

I get this Beatles song stuck in my head quite a lot. I’m not sure why. My dad used to play them to me when I was little. He’d swing me around to their music until we were both dizzy and had to sit down.

Sometimes I feel as if things like that happened in another life. It’s almost as if I can’t remember them as me, but I do.

Anyway, my favourite song then was apparently Octopus’s Garden. The thing is, I only know the first two lines of that and I don’t remember the tune, but Eleanor Rigby sticks with me like no other.

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I’m Not Gonna Write You A Love Song…

Well, I didn’t get it. The library job, that is. There were a lot of candidates though so there was probably somebody with more relevant experience than me and I was a bit nervy about the whole thing. As a friend at work told me, it is a bit ‘shit’, but I suppose at least I still have a good job that I enjoy. I’m lucky in that respect.

I’ve also got some more hours at the second job so I’m hoping that will help with the whole birthday funds thing as I’m twenty-two next month. Maybe this time around I’ll have a better birthday.

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