A storm woke me gently this morning, and the cold draught bit and poked until I got out of bed. Waiting for the kettle to boil I stood mindlessly at the fridge piling left-over curry into my mouth. Cup of tea in hand, I descended to my room once more wondering why we all do the same shit every morning no matter how and when we wake. There's a fucking train alarm that's been going off for about half an hour non-stop - I'm beginning to hope something died on the tracks.
I know Mike's weekend was less than favourable and mine wasn't vastly better. We did picnic in the park which was nice (I love feeling like I can be the centre of something's world for a few hours, don't you?). Then we had a BBQ that turned into everyone appearing at my house and drinking all Mike's alcohol. The next day I had pukey hangoverness, and cooked dinner for 5 inc. Mike's dad.
College monday.
Junkies shoot up because they're pacifist and see no sense in shooting forward. ^-^
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I agree witht he junkies bit, but hey!! i gave money for alcohol too....for once >.<. x
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