sets you up for the day!
mmm, breakfast at nearly 6pm. i deserve it, don't give me that look. and you have to admit that orange juice, with melted cheese on toast covered with ham is a meal fit for damn hell ass kings, any time of day. well, i haven't even eaten them yet. they're cooking now. i woke up about three hours ago and munched on tortilla chips and old fanta from last night for a while, then got characteristically grumpy due to lack of food and now...
SUCCESS. what an explosion of flavour! a feast for the palate! a culinary delight! my god, my talents surpass even nigella lawson.
the pub last night was great. the music was good, mocking whorebitches was entertaining, and discovering that the people you used to have even a modicum of respect for are total idiots was enlightening. what the hell, though. there is no need for a guy to wear sunglasses in the midde of winter, at night, indoors. that's just begging for social exclusion. and there is no need for the aforementioned guy to thank you for buying a pint for by MESSING UP YOURS.
several hours later..
last night was brilliant all the same. they played the beatles, muse, bob marley, all my lovely stuff... oh, and the pulp fiction theme tune... what is that, anyway? to put a long story short, i had a great time. i don't care about a guy who used to be in love with me spending his entire night aspiring to show me that i'm having a shit life, whereas his alcohol-soaked, tortured-artist existance is the most blissful and recommended state of being. what a total idiot; i have faaaar far more respect for myself than to let immature things like that bother me. yes, losing half a pint and those two douchebags toasting over it WAS malicious and unwarranted, but let them. i've moved on, left them well behind.
and in other news, louise deserves a fucking medal. mediator extraordinaire and big sister to die for, i absolutely love her! she's mah bestie, as scobes and scene kids say. aww.
other things are nice. spent most of the day snuggling; i believe it is actually good for your health. as are nice short showers full of furious scrubbing and shampoo in your eyes, and giggling and falling over and so on. i'm sleepy now.
might not go out tonight.
eh.
we shall see.
peace out.
♥
SUCCESS. what an explosion of flavour! a feast for the palate! a culinary delight! my god, my talents surpass even nigella lawson.
the pub last night was great. the music was good, mocking whorebitches was entertaining, and discovering that the people you used to have even a modicum of respect for are total idiots was enlightening. what the hell, though. there is no need for a guy to wear sunglasses in the midde of winter, at night, indoors. that's just begging for social exclusion. and there is no need for the aforementioned guy to thank you for buying a pint for by MESSING UP YOURS.
several hours later..
last night was brilliant all the same. they played the beatles, muse, bob marley, all my lovely stuff... oh, and the pulp fiction theme tune... what is that, anyway? to put a long story short, i had a great time. i don't care about a guy who used to be in love with me spending his entire night aspiring to show me that i'm having a shit life, whereas his alcohol-soaked, tortured-artist existance is the most blissful and recommended state of being. what a total idiot; i have faaaar far more respect for myself than to let immature things like that bother me. yes, losing half a pint and those two douchebags toasting over it WAS malicious and unwarranted, but let them. i've moved on, left them well behind.
and in other news, louise deserves a fucking medal. mediator extraordinaire and big sister to die for, i absolutely love her! she's mah bestie, as scobes and scene kids say. aww.
other things are nice. spent most of the day snuggling; i believe it is actually good for your health. as are nice short showers full of furious scrubbing and shampoo in your eyes, and giggling and falling over and so on. i'm sleepy now.
might not go out tonight.
eh.
we shall see.
peace out.
♥
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