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the past is safely behind you.
Mar. 14th, 2010 03:32 amGood tidings.
It's always nice to have nice reportings, but I'm listening to kid harpoon so I'm actually tempo typing so nothing ever reads in english you end up throwing words in and read back later like this 0_0
I spoke to my best friend today, put it this way I last spoke to her seven years ago and our parting words were essentially death threats screamed across traffic, Figuratively if I think about it I don't know why, I didn't hurt her, she never hurt me we were just spiteful teenage bitches so it goes and goes on.
You never quite know how that entire conversation is going to go, we've both danced around initiating it for years but no one quite had the arsehole to be the one who starts it, thing is nothing is really any different, older and a little more battered looking around the edges but it's like you were sitting around discussing what backstreet boy you were going to marry yesterday, I'm happy, she's happy and she has a beautiful little boy Mason, who has the diddiest little feets - I'm glad we finally did it, to be honest the way my friendships have been left off has bothered me for years it's stunted moving forward and i'm glad we're not still in silent warfare anymore, it's never going to be what it was but that's not a bad thing, losing that sense of anxiety is a blessing.
UNF. this time next week i'm in fucking Manchester bbs.
to see this haggard bitch. *DIES OF SUEDE RELATED HYPERVENTILATION*
I'd kind of wrote off my chances of ever seeing suede but now we're travelling the entireee country and I'm meant to be on my job seekers course, so I'm being naughty. Gary must love me, no one else would say yes to travelling all day across britain in a giant tin can with no leg room and paying over inflated hotel prices.
I'd like to say hotel sex will make up for it but by the time I get back to the hotel i'll be lucky if both legs are still below the waist.
I am buying new clothes. It feels like OMGSPRINGGG new clothes and hair time.
It's always nice to have nice reportings, but I'm listening to kid harpoon so I'm actually tempo typing so nothing ever reads in english you end up throwing words in and read back later like this 0_0
I spoke to my best friend today, put it this way I last spoke to her seven years ago and our parting words were essentially death threats screamed across traffic, Figuratively if I think about it I don't know why, I didn't hurt her, she never hurt me we were just spiteful teenage bitches so it goes and goes on.
You never quite know how that entire conversation is going to go, we've both danced around initiating it for years but no one quite had the arsehole to be the one who starts it, thing is nothing is really any different, older and a little more battered looking around the edges but it's like you were sitting around discussing what backstreet boy you were going to marry yesterday, I'm happy, she's happy and she has a beautiful little boy Mason, who has the diddiest little feets - I'm glad we finally did it, to be honest the way my friendships have been left off has bothered me for years it's stunted moving forward and i'm glad we're not still in silent warfare anymore, it's never going to be what it was but that's not a bad thing, losing that sense of anxiety is a blessing.
UNF. this time next week i'm in fucking Manchester bbs.
to see this haggard bitch. *DIES OF SUEDE RELATED HYPERVENTILATION*
I'd kind of wrote off my chances of ever seeing suede but now we're travelling the entireee country and I'm meant to be on my job seekers course, so I'm being naughty. Gary must love me, no one else would say yes to travelling all day across britain in a giant tin can with no leg room and paying over inflated hotel prices.
I'd like to say hotel sex will make up for it but by the time I get back to the hotel i'll be lucky if both legs are still below the waist.
I am buying new clothes. It feels like OMGSPRINGGG new clothes and hair time.
