I got my portfolio review today! :o

shaking off a night of drinking while my sweetheart's asleep in my bed.

we're going to do some things today, I guess. But I just want to let him sleep, he looks so nice there.

Took a nap for the first time in years! Wow, i think it actually was a good thing. On second thought, maybe I should use the word "siesta" instead of nap. :P

Saw Cheryl today. There was a small group of chavy looking people, i suppose Cheryl's a chav or what people mean when they say chav, and I thougt Cheryl might be with them and she was. She was in the midst of the group and was just hugging somoene so they were about to split up. For some reason i got the impression that the others were going to walk out of town and Cheryl was going to break off and go int to town. I turned round a bit to see if she was walking behind me on her own or with just one other person but she was still with the group. I'm actually a bit worried now because drunk and sober I've now asked 3 of the other prostitutes if they've seen her and if they've told her 'some guy was asking about you' and she thinks it's me from the description maybe she'll be angry. A/w for some reason I just can't help thinknig she's gone off me and so I'm pretty desperate to meet her again and find out that she's still being as friendly as the last time we met when she invited me to that party. Also seeing her face today made me realise I'm now beyond infatuated with her and I think I now love her which is the last thing I want 'cause the last time that happened with Helen I ended up getting carried away one morning and proposing to her. I don't want to marry Cheryl although I might do 'cause if she's not got any family or they've abandonded her then when as is pretty much inevitable, she o.d's one day then as her husband I'll be able to make sure she get's sent off properly as a cool, smart, tough and troubled beauty that someone loved and cared about as opposed to a junky whore who society at large despised, ignored and condemened.

I go away for a residential with college on Tuesday, it includes vigorous sport and I don't know wither I'm going to die or not due to this chest infection. Steroids and antibiotics haven't shifted it and I apparently my childhood asthma is back.

You have shared some chips with a prostitute. You're not in love.

Today will be my 25435345345th attempt to find work. Going to this chocolate factory down the street from where we live that is accepting resumes and filling applications on site. Hopefully something good happens.

Good luck!

I didn't say I was 'in love'. I'm not in love...i love her. To me based on my experience of life there's a distinct difference. If I was 'in love' with her then considering I know she spends most of her nights walknig around the streets literally jut around the corner from where I live I'd have been out trying to meet her a lot lot lot more than I have. I've hardly ever been out at nights to try and meet her. In fact in a way I've never been out at night to try and meet her. I've just on about 4 or 5 occaisions walked into town at night to have a pint or two and hoped to meet her on the way 'cause the route I have to take...the most direct route is through the red light area.

I've been making playdoh food with my nephew.

He was really impressed with my burger.