"Suche gut gebauten 18-30 jährigen zum schlachten...“ - Der Metzgermeister

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Today was originally planned to be spent with Ashleigh and Shelly, but it seems that things don't always turn out the way you plan them.
Shelly arrived first - and we sat around for ages waiting for Ashleigh... Ages... Ages...

After we'd shared a pizza together, Shelly told me to check my MSN.
So I did - and as luck would have it - there was a message from Ashleigh.
Apparently, her dad's hurt himself and he couldn't drive her down.
AND, she couldn't have driven herself, as her car is behind his in the driveway.
Ach, so typical, that.

We both missed Ashleigh a lot.

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Naturally - we took advantage of our time alone.

In the middle somewhere, we had a little silly-cow joint... Hmm, what was it?
It wasn't anywhere near as bad as an argument... Mmm, maybe a mini-hissy-fit?

Either way, we both agreed we were being silly cows.
(Saying that, I was upset to the point where I hurt myself a little bit...)
Shelly cuddled me and made me feel better.

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How strange - even on a day where I cut myself, I can still turn out feeling content?
I think that's because of Shelly. She makes me happy.