Wednesday, 8 September 2010

"Missus, bird, chick."

I don't want some crazy intense romance where if i'm not being swept off my feet somehow, then we're having a meal at a fancy restaurant with my parents.

To be honest I just wouldn't mind being someone's "bird".
Chill in the pub every now and then, getting shit takeaways and shitter films, cotching with collective mates, not having to text/call/be with each other all the time to know the feeling's there.

I'm actually baking some pains au chocolat so I need to go now.

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