Happiness is a pint of strongbow ...

[fadagaski]

... followed by a bottle of Kopparberg. And a Nutella sandwich. And two chocolate eclairs. Eheh. Here follows some stuff which may or may not be drunken rambling:

1) I have swapped my diet plan on Tesco Diets from Gi to Totals. I feel like my exercise levels have picked up so much that the carb intake is not up to scratch, thus the munching on Bad Things at work.

2) How do adults meet people? When you're a kid, everyone piles into school and it's sink-or-swim, but most meet some like-minded people and you form friendships. For those lucky few, sometimes you find romance too. How do people make friends - proper friends, that you can meet at the weekend or drink with in the evening - in the real world? And what about love? How do adults meet other adults? Where does the spark start?

Yes, I am a little under the influence, and therefore morose and wishing that I had a boyfriend. This happens every time I have more than a pint to drink, so.

Mmmm chocolate eclairs. Today has been a bad diet day, aha.

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[twelve-pastels.livejournal.com]

It's taken me three years out of school to really start making friends, and it wasn't easy. I mostly fell back into old companionships which led me to others, and I was able to connect to a few people at work who introduced me to others. And now, of course, I'm moving to a completely different city. Basically, you have to babble at people until you find one that you don't scare too badly.

As to finding potential breeding partners...ugh, beats me. My city is full of hyperskinny vegan boys who are at least two inches shorter than I am. I just hope that moving will put me in better contact with my type of fella.