So went out in Cardiff for the first time in a while, busy busy me.

Wasnt hugely up for it but I cheered up about half ten n wound myself into gear and went off to sunny metros, centre of cardiff.

Place seemed quiet, probably cos last time I was there it was packed and you had to squeeze into whatever space you can find.
Saw the lovely ex there who ive not seen or spoken to in quite a few months.

She doesnt look half as hot as she used to which is kinda satisfying as I made an effort n scrubbed up pretty well

Why do people that mess with your heart always find the need to talk to you?
She kept finding excuses to come over, even asking why I kept changing my name on MSN between ataris lyrics.
Cos I was listening to them!
AAAArrrg

People drive me crazy.
Came home, didnt drink, had quite a cool night despite the plant being there.
Work tomorrow despite the big rugby match.

Poo.
Night x