An English Rose Hanging On My Wall

yesterday afternoon phil came over and we sat on the balcony for a while engaging in pleasant conversation and nibbling on some delicious white chocolate from Aldi. he noticed that my mother had a new top, she really likes phil and his delicate mannerisms. omg! i showed him that dress i'd bought off eBay and he shared my shock of how different it was from the picture! quite hideous really, but i don't have enough confidence to leave negative feedback. we went out to get a drink, got slightly distracted from the quest for a drink and ended up in the n'bridge oppy where i bought an old crusty painting of some flowers. one of the ladies, noticing that i liked flowers tried to interest me with some disgusting floral saucers, phil made some excuse and boy we got out of there quickly. it's true that i want clashing floral pieces but the colour scheme wasn't cool ugly-tacky, it was just ugly ugly-tacky!
we popped in Mrs Watson which is this really nice store just a few doors down and the lady always stocks really nice dresses. we talked to her for a while and she didn't seem insulted at all that we didn't want to buy anything in her store, but she gave us directions to all these other cool stores. she had the most fabulous wallpaper! we decided we must get some for our dilapidated apartment that we're living in near the end of next year.
so we went to this really cute store that had really cute neighbouring stores as well. this lady who owned it just had this air of class and superiority that was sooo appealing for that age (50+). it had all these old sewing patterns from the 1960's and elegant gloves and really, really big-name vintage apparel! and a+ squeaky wooden floors
we finally settled for a drink in a cafe at the crag, and for a can of diet coke, tiny friande (spelling?) and even tinier portugese tart it was $12!! i thought it was ridiculous, but the price was justified when across the road, hair billowing in the wind and general wonderfulness radiating from him to my (smashed!) heart i see ***. you know, the one i hadn't seen in two years blah blah blah. it was cruel. so cruel. and once again, one moment he was there and the next he was goneeeeeeee

8 DAYS UNTIL THE HSC!!! WOOOOOOOOOO MAN I'M SO EXCITED 3 WEEKS OF PURE DELIGHT!!

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