i've just come back from a spending a week in barcelona! and now it feels like it was all a dream, did it all really happen? i know, i haven't even finished recounting my french trip.
unfortunately i didn't get chatted up by a hot bloke, so it wasn't the perfect holiday that was everything i could hope it to be. in fact i didn't get chatted up by any bloke. in fact i tried to chat up this bloke, but he wasn't biting. i practically asked him out, it was so embarrassing because i could feel myself going red. It wouldn't have been so bad if this awfully boring woman weren't awkwardly standing there listening as well. he was nice enough to take my phone number, but i imagine it was a ploy to get rid of me. still i kept my mobile phone on in vain hope that he might actually call, but alas he never did. ah well. i didn't really fancy him all that much anyway.
and now curiously enough i smell like cats.
will tell you more, but now i want to feed my cells and go home and watch bad television.