anarchie de tous les jours.

I feel so frustrated. The weather’s crap and my parents rely on me to stay in during the week so that Penny (our dog) is well-looked after, instead of being left alone for 4 or 5 hours at a time like she is when I’m at university. That, and so I can collect the post, and any packages that anyone’s expecting. I want to get outside, I want the sun to come out, I want to do something interesting, something different, meet my friends, meet new friends. Right now I just feel cooped up.

Oh, and my dad’s just blown up at me about how many slices of ham I can eat in a sandwich. See, this isn’t good for anyone.

You were the 16-to-19-year-old girl walking the large tan-brown dog, maybe some sort of mastiff, I’m not too sure, at some time between half 1 and half 2 today. You wore a turquoise/blue jacket, looked like it might have been from New Look or somewhere like that, and your black hair was cut nicely into some sort of long bob, just short of shoulder-length.

I was the pale, possibly ruddy-cheeked dashingly handsome 18-year-old guy, with the ill-fitting green/grey jacket complete with eskimo hood, pale blue jeans with a rip in the knee, and the muddy white Asics trainers impeccable fashion sense and bedhead hair well in need of a good cut being pushed back by the wind suave haircut, walking the brown Doberman (Google Chrome tells me it’s a capital D apparently).

You seem like a really sweet person. Just sayin’.