It’s Thursday, and in spite of my having errands to run and possibly meeting a former colleague in the city to stuff around and take photos, I’m currently trapped in the house, because the washing machine is taking bloody AGES and I want to get my sheets out of there as soon as it’s done so they don’t go all wrinkly. I normally wouldn’t be bothered, but as much as he insists it doesn’t matter, I was raised to keep a tidy home when company’s coming over, and my gentleman’s up from Oxford this weekend. I miss him when he’s down south. Why is everything so actually quite near to everything else but annoyingly awkward and expensive to get to in this country?
But I digress. While the hideously inefficient washer/dryer chugs along in the kitchen, I’m filling in futile applications for jobs they’ll never give me at the BBC and sampling a cup of peppermint cream. I was intrigued by the fact that this is an oolong blend, though as far as flavour goes, I’m really mostly getting peppermint. Maybe the oolong is there to provide a bit of texture rather than flavour? Or maybe I need to muck about with brewing times to get more of an oolong-ness out of it. Regardless, it’s still a lovely brew, and good at every temperature (as I did rather take bloody ages to drink the whole thing and it was as cold as my unheated winter apartment by the time I was finished) though interestingly, I think I liked it best when it was just warm. Not hot, not tepid, just warm. That’s the best place for it. And with milk. I like a mint that pairs well with milk. It’s super-cozy and comforting, but less dangerous than hoovering an entire thing of After Eights like I was tempted to do when one of my new headshots was emailed to me yesterday and I had a major wibble at the thought that THAT’S what I look like to other people, I’m fatter than I thought I was, and I hate my face.
(I’ve been assured that the photo in question doesn’t do me justice, but it’s still tempting to spend tonight crying into a giant-ass bowl of macaroni and cheese)
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I don’t know what to ell you about your questions or your face, but ode syour gentleman have a British accent? and is he, like, all British and stuff? how cute. My fiancé is British (no accent though) but the mannerisms are very very cute indeed. And I hear you on feeling fat and ugly and jobless and all that sort of thing. It’s rarely as bad as it feels, but I know the feeling and it sucks. Drink lots and lots of tea!
Gentleman is indeed British, born and raised. His accent’s novel to me because I moved Oop North when I came here, and he sounds like a posh Southerner. Aren’t they lovely? (And people here tell me that OUR accent is lovely – which is news to me, as I always thought Canadian sounded quite boring!)
As for the feelings, yeah. But tea is the solution to pretty much all of life’s problems, isn’t it?
Is this a new gentleman? I remember hearing about a break up before you left for California.
New gentleman. Was dumped the Wednesday night, flew to LA, had a fling from Friday to Sunday (still friends, thank Gosh – oh, what a charming gent he is. Perfect teeth. Like FLAWLESS. I’ve never paid that much attention to teeth before, but his are perfect!) flew home, went to dinner with a friend Tuesday night, and by the end of the night we were an item, and it’s been almost 3 weeks and we’re annoyingly schmaltzy together. GOOD GOSH my personal life can’t just be straightforward like normal people, can it?
Sometimes I wish I could change my facebook status to “in a relationship with tea” and be done with it.
LOL Well, that sounds like much fun. He’s a lucky gentleman.
Yeah, he’s a keeper, all right. I’ll try not to nauseate everyone here by getting too schmoopy about it, though!
I don’t know what to ell you about your questions or your face, but ode syour gentleman have a British accent? and is he, like, all British and stuff? how cute. My fiancé is British (no accent though) but the mannerisms are very very cute indeed. And I hear you on feeling fat and ugly and jobless and all that sort of thing. It’s rarely as bad as it feels, but I know the feeling and it sucks. Drink lots and lots of tea!
Gentleman is indeed British, born and raised. His accent’s novel to me because I moved Oop North when I came here, and he sounds like a posh Southerner. Aren’t they lovely? (And people here tell me that OUR accent is lovely – which is news to me, as I always thought Canadian sounded quite boring!)
As for the feelings, yeah. But tea is the solution to pretty much all of life’s problems, isn’t it?
Is this a new gentleman? I remember hearing about a break up before you left for California.
New gentleman. Was dumped the Wednesday night, flew to LA, had a fling from Friday to Sunday (still friends, thank Gosh – oh, what a charming gent he is. Perfect teeth. Like FLAWLESS. I’ve never paid that much attention to teeth before, but his are perfect!) flew home, went to dinner with a friend Tuesday night, and by the end of the night we were an item, and it’s been almost 3 weeks and we’re annoyingly schmaltzy together. GOOD GOSH my personal life can’t just be straightforward like normal people, can it?
Sometimes I wish I could change my facebook status to “in a relationship with tea” and be done with it.
LOL Well, that sounds like much fun. He’s a lucky gentleman.
Yeah, he’s a keeper, all right. I’ll try not to nauseate everyone here by getting too schmoopy about it, though!