Why is that things you long for, seem to take ages to come along, and the things you wish would never happen, come along all too quickly?

I’ve been standing with my face pressed against the glass, waiting and waiting and waiting for what seems like an eon. A grown up part of me likes to think that “the waiting” is half the fun. But in truth, waiting makes me sick, and a belly full of anticiaption is an odd thing to want to throw up.

And on a completely different note (but I may as well bring it up, since I’m already complaining) what’s with people eating hot chips and chocolate in front of me when they KNOW I’m on the weetbix diet?!?!

Face Pressed