Oh, incidentally, if you're up for a bit of local footy (heritage is important in these culturally starved times) me My Good Lady Wife, along with fellow scouse git The_Nihilist, will be upstairs at the Swan tomorrow watching the match. It won't be a late-stayer, but if you're bored, pop along and stare in morbid curiosity. You don't have to talk, but you do have to get the crisps in.
I hate smalltalk, but sometimes it feels like that's the only thing to say nowadays. I still want to talk, but I have nothing worth saying. I suppose I never did really, but sometimes it felt like it.
Major upheaval is a good thing, sometimes, I think, because it gives you a chance for a fresh start. New chances, new dreams, and you get to... Read More
Updating your journal isn't to be underestimated. You owe it to us all. Mostly you owe it to me - I've been living your life for you since last week. On Thursday you shoplifted a pack of mini chicken kievs. You didn't eat them because on Wednesday you turned veggie, but the thrill was the ride of a lifetime, man.
hooray, we're friends now! yet another person in my life to call me only when they need something, like a ride to the airport, or to help them move. oh wait, we're just virtual friends... that changes everything. plus, you're in the UK and i'm in the states, so there'll be none of that.
thus, a perfectly cromulent friendship it shall be!
thankyou very much, and no not a real on your head gold type crown. i SO need to update my journal and explain to people, its just a bike part, honest!!