I have been in such a pathetic mood since saying goodby to my old flame yesterday that I can't even be bothered making food now. Hmm, I guess that's why god invented Indian take-away.
And while I'm at it, the story behind the post last night is fairly simple and really quite typical of me.
About six years ago her and I were on the verge of getting together, but fool that I am decided that maybe it wasn't such a good idea, and we lost touch when I moved up to Liverpool the year after. I realised while I was still in London that I had been a fool, but I felt that it was too late to do anything about it then. I now find her again after five years and she immediately moves to Australia. Really extremely typical of my life. Especially since we were both very cuddly until she left and it was very much as if we were in '98.
Oh well, she'll be back in a few years, and until then Im invited to go to Oz on holiday whenever I please, so I'm gonna save up and go for X-Mas. Incidentally that will also be an excellent excuse for not going to Denmark for X-Mas ;)