I really hoped there wasn't but there was... there was someone cooler than me....at least in the minds of the Mornington Crescent flatmates. I waited all day, like a lovesick girl for a text, call, or email inviting me to move in. I waited for something that never came. The one flat that i really wanted has gone to what I can only assume is one badass dude/bitch. I guess if I want to get a good flat, I need to work on my coolness! The worst part was, I debated texting or emailing asking what happened. Luckily I realised, looking at/not getting a flat is nothing like a break up or a job interview.
Curses! I really hoped that my flat hunting days were over. To avoid slipping back into my funk, I'm heading out for the Thames festival, a parade and fireworks have to be enough to keep me happy, at least for today.
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