Listening to cheesey stadium rock is where it's at.
The last couple of days have consisted of giggles with good friends and an increasingly unsettled mental state about this bloody job! Pleeeaaase let me know either way! They have sent off for my references: said references begin by saying - 'Joanna (I'mnottellingyoumymiddlename) Baker has been offered the position of support worker at...' But I haven't been offered the position. *insert confused face here*.
Picnic tomorrow! Yay!
Do I have anything of interest to say? Not really.
Joanna is extremely happy about being in touch with Nera-noodles again! I've always felt so connected to her, whether we're in contact or not. She's one of the best people to talk to ever. She's beautiful, and intelligent, and she really cares about things. Important things. Special girl. Yes, yes.
And being back in Kent with Ma'anit also makes me extremely happy. She makes me so relaxed and every moment with her is fun or interesting or a mixture of the two.
Okay, gushing over.
I might get my lip pierced again. Nice one.
Oh, and pretty good news for us hippies.
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