Today was such a lovely day. I got to hang out with Hope. We went to People’s Palace which was wonderful, I really love telling people/showing people stuff about Glasgow and I got to make fun of my lady because there’s a fountain out front with the British colonies on it, and Australia’s animal is a fucking ram, lame. We consumed way too much coffee too and got a bit too excited about life. Then we met Craig and went to The Lighthouse for all of 15 minutes before it closed for the evening, poo. I do adore them both, and they’re so great at cheering me up and putting up with my complete nonsense.
I had a shaky night, was intending on going out to Cathouse with Hope (entirely sober, of course, but I felt like socialising) which didn’t happen because I had a really bad anxiety rush and couldn’t function and nearly did a sick and had a cry and was a twat. So I came home and now I’m fine. I just need to slow down again and not even attempt club/pub/uncomfortable for me situations. Let’s make plans to do things that are lovely and fun and interesting and relaxed and alcohol-free. I would appreciate that very much. Some of you are so cool and I want to befriend you and braid your hair and take you for ice poles and stuff.
I also don’t know why I ramble on here about all this shit/my life so much. I guess I just want to get it out somewhere. Sorry. I’ll start making some stories up so I’m saying something interesting/entertaining.
I’m currently chatting to one of my best friends, and he’s a very attractive guy. Everyone I know fancies/has fancied him and he knows this (because I tell him, ego boost and all that) and I do have to agree, he’s great and extremely pretty.
But he likes cats.
I understand the attraction and how wonderful he is in most ways - but he LIKES cats. Really likes cats. And doesn’t feel the same about dogs. Sigh. All attraction reduced to zero in my books.
Just did a wee cry because I’m having to miss Handguns tonight. Not even out of sadness, just out of sheer frustration. I need some lovely people to talk to/be around.
It’s okay, I’ll see them on Sunday with Emma and we can happy cry and dance and it will be beautiful.
I know I say this every time I watch Harry Potter but Lockhart is such a fucking walloper.
Bringing shame to the family name. I would’ve made a much better wizard.