Daisy

Here comes the cavalry...

It turns out that sunbathing, swimming and revising alone with a broken heart isn't quite the good idea that it seemed. I do have great friends here, but they are night owls and only come out to play at 10pm so I am spending long hot days in my own company. I seem to be dwelling on the broken heart far more than the history of the British Empire and it's not making me happy.

*Saying that, I am amazingly tanned*

So I called some buddies and next week 3 of my closest friends are coming to stay with me. The Doctor has an equally broken heart and is yearning for sunshine and pretty Spanish men, CD wants to buy cheap cigarettes to sell at festivals and then there is  Jay. Jay is just the best cuddle in Europe. He was my flatmate, my buddy and 9 years ago I thought he may be the love of my life. He is one of the few people who takes the piss out of me and gets away with it (saying that I will be swimming furiously to rid myself of my post break-up chocolate-binge flab - after all, why make it easy for him?).

These are wonderful people who have blessed my life for years and years and know me as well as anybody does (well, apart from perhaps you lot). In short I can't wait to see them for a fiesta of BBQ's and booze. *Nods head wisely* I am ready to get back out there.

Tree told me last night as I told a particlarly dirty story about travelling America that I was far more sparkly. I have a party tonight at the marina, watching the boats sail across the dark blue sea, while the fireworks light up the sky and I think like the fireworks I may be more sparkly still.

16.7.04 14:02