I remembered I had a blog. Uhmm, yeah.
I'm sat listening to the sound of rain, hugging a plush rabbit, craving a fag and I have a towel wrapped around my head, coss I've just dyed the bottom of my hair purple. Mmmn, purple. Yeah, theres no one in the house. Which wasn't the case about twelve hours ago. Twelve hours ago I was fast asleep, snuggling Rhia, having a dream about werewolves.
Yeah, the whole "I want my ex back, I love her so much." routine I was doing? I'm so over that shit. O-VER it. Yeah. I got absoloooooootleh fuckin' trashed (crunk/mashed/whatever) a coupla weeks back, and I was sat in a field, crying, listening to random music on my iPod, yelling at the stars saying shit like 'Why wont she love me?!' It took Cody about an hour to make me shut up. Yeah.
My father's such a man slag. The toss pot's either at Nats, Mandys, Ellens, or he might be in Coventry having a 'cuppa with the lads'. I don't know. Don't care, either, means I can have a fag in the warmth of the house. Mmmn. Warmth. Speaking of warmth, I now know how nice it is to wake up at eight, and in a half-sleeping stupor, snuggle yourself into the arms of yer lover and just lie there for hours talking about nonsense. Mmmn. S'better than a hot waterbottle. Kisses better than a hot water bottle, too.
Oh, wait, yeah..
I'm talking about Rhia by the way (:
It is lovely indeed.
ReplyDeleteWhat is not so lovely is keeping your lover up for half the night by coughing constantly.