I've been listening to Rhianna - Rude Boy on repeat today since 1pm. The weekend
has been blurry. Involving insane neighbours and friends at war with each other due
to lack of conscious bearings and basic geography skills. These things happen, i just wish they wouldn't
happen to us, or at least without the baseball bats.
On a lighter note we bought an extra large tiger from the spiral charity shop yesterday,we named him Julius. He brings a certain positive feeling to the room. He feels lucky, although i think he is a little bit to big to come to the shop with me to buy a scratch card.
The other day at the pub i did something really, REALLY stupid. Not that this is hardly surprising, as i feel that my undiagnosed brain tumour has increased in size and the effects are having an increased regular effect on my everyday life, but anyway. So i was at the pub - early for once. Pottering around, it got
to midday and i thought 'hmm its quiet, where is everyone' then i realised that i hadn't actually opened the doors and there was a bunch of angry old men stood outside. So i let them in through the side door, they moan for a further 15 minutes about how stupid i am, and i am agreeing trying to make abit of a joke out of it
but one of them just would not shut UP. He is one of those people that feels the need to comment on every single thing you do, and god help if a WOMAN should light a fire in and old mans pub the way she has been shown. Which then prompted another RANT about how to light fires and how i was doing it wrong. Apparently he used to
be married to a porn star or something so i don't really care about what he has to say, he is disgusting. (I'm not saying i wouldn't marry a porn star)
I just whipped myself in the eye with my headphone wire.
