so to begin...
or too end?
i finished uni. not with what i wanted but with what i got. i wasnt suprised nor was i too much bothered. I was working but am not no more. the twenty two pounds in my bank account needs to be saved for cheap tobacco and bread.
i stay with pete and we still talk into the night. i have a diary that holds our secrets.
he gets on a bus and drives away from me. an hour late i get the same bus and we are reunited. we have no time for other people. other people will not care about us so we dont bother to stop and care about them. we shop for records. we watch japaneese movies and we lye in bed until five in the afternoon. we cook together- we therefore eat together. sometimes we sing together and we laugh- everyday we laugh.
once pete went to the toilet infront of me.. not just a we... he does that in front of me all the time. but he pooed. it kinda freaked me out but that is all... i think we are retarded sometimes.
Heres a drink for the unemployed, the unemployable. heres to the toilet and here most importantly is to love. my love for a boy who is better than what youve got.