{ let's take this night from black to blue. }

[delga]

In about twenty minutes I'm going to walk into town to meet Baby Cousin (who, I just realised, turns 7 in January. SEVEN. That is, like, real people age! I mean, up to 6 you're still a baby. But 7 is an age most people can remember. SEVEN) and then go to the fun fair which has wandered into D as it does every Autumn.

When I get back in a couple of hours, I'm going to sit down and finish watching Luther which I have been meaning to do for ages, and keep pushing aside for no good reason. And it's Merlin tonight, so I'm going to watch that, too. I just realised that I am at my cousin's 21st next weekend, so I am going to miss it. Again! Thank you, BBC, for the iPlayer.

Anyway, real life, this is how it is going, and really, I am terribly grateful for Saturdays.

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Our team has been participating in the Future Jobs Fund which is basically when we give work opportunities to people between 18-24. We've got our second person in post, but the first one - this guy who is my sister's age - leaves next week. I was only really introduced to him three months into post, and I only see him on Friday, but his replacement is sweet-but-boring, and it'll be weird when he leaves. Nice kid. Bit of a white urbanite, which is something I mock him about constantly. Yesterday he said - without irony - "oh no she dint!" and I fell out of my chair laughing.

But sometimes I think about the people you know and the people you don't, and it's a bit weird.

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I had to sew my jeans today. I hate buying new jeans! It's so stressful! Before I could go into Next and just buy new ones. Just stroll in grab a pair of dark blue bootcuts in my size, head to the counter and pay for them. Now I cannot find jeans in Next. They all have weird names, and they're all skinny jeans - even the bootcuts. I JUST WANT A PAIR OF FAIRLY CLOSE-FIT JEANS WITH A BOOTCUT. I don't want them to ride low on my hips; I want them to sit on my waist. I don't want them to suffocate, nor do I want them to balloon. I JUST WANT SOME JEANS. WHY IS IT SO HARD TO BUY JEANS. WHY ARE JEANS NOT CALLED JEANS ANYMORE. WHY WAS I ONCE REDUCED TO BUYING A STYLE CALLED 'HULA'. WHAT. THE. FUCK.

Seriously.

Comments

[fallapartagain.livejournal.com]

re: jeans - THIS! It is impossible. It makes me weep inside on a regular basis! ARGH!

[solanpolarn.livejournal.com]

Oh, I hear you on the jeans buying issue! For me it usually goes: Visit all the shops that could possible be thought to be selling jeans I could consider wearing when I think my old ones start to look worn, not finding anything I would consider parting with money to take home. Tear my hair and go and spend time and money in bookshop to recover. Eventually I find some jeans that I am OK with, but next time I need jeans that shop will a) have stopped selling those jeans or b) stopped selling jeans at all. Actually -- shh, don't tell anyone! -- the last time I needed new jeans I managed to find the same brand and model of jeans I bought the time before, but I am just waiting for that shop to go out of business.