In a desperate attempt to avoid putting up the Christmas decorations, I have decided to fill your minds with my increasingly pointless and boring mumbo-jumbo.
The past weekend has been a strange one. It has had its upsides; my bestie turned 18, Matt won The X Factor and Peep Show was fantastic. But it is odd how a good weekend can be completely turned on it's head.
Busy shopping centres, near death experiences, too much lemonade, tennants to the hair, stubbly legs, tell-tales, supposed friends, smokey rooms, broken pictures, broken jewellery, drunken friends, drunken twats, sore knees, bruised chins, bitten legs, disingenuous proposals, unexpected revelations, misinterpretations, feeling sick, shouting, crying, fighting, eyeliner on the legs, little sleep, hangovers, hoovers and remembering the night before.
Sounds like a typical party, mind you.
Nonetheless, I feel different this Monday. In fact it was very much different to any other Saturday. I feel odd. But I guess I'm happy regardless of everything. I can see the way things are going to go and hope they take that path. We shared and it's never been better. Never been closer.
Vague? I know. x
