So I didn't go out and get "properly stoned" on friday.
I'd got home from work, was tired and the rain was Biblical. I sat down with a nice cup of tea and thought that it would be a nice way to spend the evening.
I was also quite concerned about spending the evening with lots more people I'd not hung out with in a while. I feel some bridges have been scorched thanks to a previous failed relationship in which I became separated from my friends. Self-esteem being where it is at the moment, I don't feel I'm confident enough to go through with it yet.
Yesterday I went to Manchester and had a pleasant time with comedy friends who I'd not seen in months. Lots of fun was had as we went to a stand-up show, sat at the back, and talked about other comedians. It was something that I'd missed
A late night with beer ensued as we arrived back at the house to find that The Who's Tommy was on TV. "What a load of old shite" we thought. But if you give a smack addict a scriptwriter's job and put an alcoholic in as director, then Tommy is the inevitable result.
Ending up asleep at about 4.30am, I was woken at about 11 by the wife. She wasn't there of course, she had just phoned me. We'd had a couple of phone conversations the day before (one sober, one with us both drunk) and we were chatty chatty mates! It was great!
I drove home from Manchester via Krispy Kreme and stopped off at my parents' house to tell them the news about the wife and I. Instead of the supporting words I've grown accustomed to from people I've told this week, there was an air of "I told you so" as my mother spewed out all of her concerns and how she'd always felt this way and knew it was going to end up as it did. She ran down the wife and put the blame entirely on her. I can do no wrong in her eyes which is completely unfair on the missus who would die if she knew what my mother said about her.
I got back to the house and the wife was here. I'd bought her some lunch on my way back which she ate up. We spoke for a bit and just had a nice little chatty time.
She then took the cat with her up to her parents' house. I am now without a pet cat. I'd gotten so used to turning around and just seeing the little hairy guy stood there looking up at me. It's for the best though since it was unfair on him for me to chuck him out into the pouring rain at 7.30am when I leave for work and say "See you in 11 hours!" and let him fend for himself for the day. It's either that or have him leave cat-turds on the carpet.
In SG-type news, I'm getting more of my half sleeve done tomorrow and can't wait to get it done! Pics to follow!
Also, if you're reading this, then comment! If you don't comment then I write this for no reason. The thoughts go through my mind and into the internet to be forgotten. I thrive on feedback yo! Why else do you think I love performing comedy? Instant feedback!
I'd got home from work, was tired and the rain was Biblical. I sat down with a nice cup of tea and thought that it would be a nice way to spend the evening.
I was also quite concerned about spending the evening with lots more people I'd not hung out with in a while. I feel some bridges have been scorched thanks to a previous failed relationship in which I became separated from my friends. Self-esteem being where it is at the moment, I don't feel I'm confident enough to go through with it yet.
Yesterday I went to Manchester and had a pleasant time with comedy friends who I'd not seen in months. Lots of fun was had as we went to a stand-up show, sat at the back, and talked about other comedians. It was something that I'd missed
A late night with beer ensued as we arrived back at the house to find that The Who's Tommy was on TV. "What a load of old shite" we thought. But if you give a smack addict a scriptwriter's job and put an alcoholic in as director, then Tommy is the inevitable result.
Ending up asleep at about 4.30am, I was woken at about 11 by the wife. She wasn't there of course, she had just phoned me. We'd had a couple of phone conversations the day before (one sober, one with us both drunk) and we were chatty chatty mates! It was great!
I drove home from Manchester via Krispy Kreme and stopped off at my parents' house to tell them the news about the wife and I. Instead of the supporting words I've grown accustomed to from people I've told this week, there was an air of "I told you so" as my mother spewed out all of her concerns and how she'd always felt this way and knew it was going to end up as it did. She ran down the wife and put the blame entirely on her. I can do no wrong in her eyes which is completely unfair on the missus who would die if she knew what my mother said about her.
I got back to the house and the wife was here. I'd bought her some lunch on my way back which she ate up. We spoke for a bit and just had a nice little chatty time.
She then took the cat with her up to her parents' house. I am now without a pet cat. I'd gotten so used to turning around and just seeing the little hairy guy stood there looking up at me. It's for the best though since it was unfair on him for me to chuck him out into the pouring rain at 7.30am when I leave for work and say "See you in 11 hours!" and let him fend for himself for the day. It's either that or have him leave cat-turds on the carpet.
In SG-type news, I'm getting more of my half sleeve done tomorrow and can't wait to get it done! Pics to follow!
Also, if you're reading this, then comment! If you don't comment then I write this for no reason. The thoughts go through my mind and into the internet to be forgotten. I thrive on feedback yo! Why else do you think I love performing comedy? Instant feedback!
vampyrella:
Can't wait to see the pics of your sleeve. I was looking at the pics you already have up. It looks like it's coming along very nicely
vampyrella:
You'll be getting colour before you know it. I'm sure it's gonna look fantastic. Can't wait to see the end result