It’s not a very good idea to save a week of work until Friday.
All day today I have been marking. And marking. And marking.
It’s my own fault for spending my week doing more day-dreaming than work. Ironically, about a certain someone called Mark. Who happens to be my housemate. My very sexy, very adorable, very 25-year-old housemate.
Who is also, as of yesterday, my new victim boyfriend.
It’s early days though and because he reads my blog (when he has nothing better to do), I’m not gonna spout slushy stuff. For now. Give a girl time.
But I will just say I’m finding it hard, despite shedloads of work and a shitty cough and being behind with my running, to stop smiling lately.
He kinda ticks every box on most of my selves’ ‘what-we-want-in-a-man’ lists (Tiffany rings aside. Obviously.). And that is no mean feat.
I think, when my sister chose this house for me to live in, she did good. Really bloody good…
Current Mood: 
You go girl! Although I’d wait a bit before introducing him to your “fun toy”. The one you call “The Hernia-nator” (I so hope he reads this!)
naz
February 20th, 2010
We already tried it.
Rachey
February 20th, 2010
Victim is the word. muhaha
ioannis
February 20th, 2010
Thanks Yanni, oh relationship-manager of mine.
Rachey
February 20th, 2010