Writer's Block: Party Time
Jones' set.
The place was heaving. Not the music i usually listen to - certainly nothing like what was playing first time I met everyone, but opposite ends to what I usually play. Brilliant night though. May take a while for my hearing to come back. (Good thing, Miss-Daddy's-paid-for-everything Next Door's broken up with Mr Six Week Fling and there's a ridiculous amount of Leona Lewis going on up the street - shoot me now)
Not exactly a party, but saw my mother after a couple of week avoiding. Thanks for the help, guys. And Stitch, tell thanks to Pete for meeting up before, needed the company and it helped truckloads.
Went alright though, not as badly as I was thinking but you can thank my good friend Panic and Pressure for that freak out. Old Nana's done a right dosey on me. I didn't tell Mum I was terrfied of her, chickened out on that respect, but I told her a bit. Cleared the air, so hopefully she wont be calling every second day now. House will probably be a bit quiet once the neighbours have shut up - without the phone buzzing all the time and the speakers up loud so I couldn't hear it. How bloody childish does that sound? I may as well have stuck my hands over my ears and screamed 'lalalalalala' for the last three weeks. :(
Ah well.
Such is life; waiting for the next panic to keep me on my toes.
The place was heaving. Not the music i usually listen to - certainly nothing like what was playing first time I met everyone, but opposite ends to what I usually play. Brilliant night though. May take a while for my hearing to come back. (Good thing, Miss-Daddy's-paid-for-everything Next Door's broken up with Mr Six Week Fling and there's a ridiculous amount of Leona Lewis going on up the street - shoot me now)
Not exactly a party, but saw my mother after a couple of week avoiding. Thanks for the help, guys. And Stitch, tell thanks to Pete for meeting up before, needed the company and it helped truckloads.
Went alright though, not as badly as I was thinking but you can thank my good friend Panic and Pressure for that freak out. Old Nana's done a right dosey on me. I didn't tell Mum I was terrfied of her, chickened out on that respect, but I told her a bit. Cleared the air, so hopefully she wont be calling every second day now. House will probably be a bit quiet once the neighbours have shut up - without the phone buzzing all the time and the speakers up loud so I couldn't hear it. How bloody childish does that sound? I may as well have stuck my hands over my ears and screamed 'lalalalalala' for the last three weeks. :(
Ah well.
Such is life; waiting for the next panic to keep me on my toes.