18/08/09

I have decided to take a break from the norm, and spend an evening at my other halves house, a place I haven't been to for 'a good few months' as pointed out, by said half, earlier today. (Its actually been about 3 weeks).
Upon my arrival to, not only his house, but a building that houses 3 other guys, I expected there to be some grunts, a football match on the tv, you know, the regular 'man thing' happening. I was however shocked to find, its two most manly occupents (my boyfriend and his housemate I have named Brad, due to his uncanny resemblance to Brad Pitt), sat having a quiet night in, with a cup of tea, watching X-Factor, yes thats right, X-Factor. The most ridiculous programme to ever grace our television sets, when I left my house (a house full of girls) they were watching south park, I cant help but think the feminine/masculine divide of our generation is quickly disappearing.
As I was pondering this thought, alongside the thought that the nail varnish I bought with me, would be better enjoyed by either Laurence or Brad, another one of my boyfriends housemates came in, with his new copy of Love Actually. I rest my case.
Despite all this, I love being here, its so homely, quiet, and a hell of a lot warmer than my room, which I am from this moment on dubbing, 'The Ice Box.'
After spending all summer here (my boyfriends house, not The Ice Box) it very quickly became common and safe to me, and despite my excitment to move into my own house theres something missing there that I always find here, I am happy to return to here, I should do so more often.
I spent the majority of today in bed after leaving work early, I think my leaking face was putting the customers off. Trying to shift this cold is a nightmare, I just hope it goes by tomorrow as I have an 7 o'clock start, and I somehow doubt bunged up and puffy eyed are a look the photographers are going for.
I am now going to sign off, and sit on the couch, with my better half and watch Family Guy.

Parental unit of the male kind, thanks for your text. Your a legend, love you pops.
Mothership, thank you for your text, it means a lot to me, love you.
Laurence, who is sneakily reading over my shoulder, stop it. love you.