The Loneliest Sausage
Right, i've got a bit of a knot to get rid of...and unloading my thoughts on here takes them out of my mind and it usually helps me feel better...so feel free to skip this whole section....
Basically i've got that feeling again....butterflies in my heart, aint had it since I said goodbye to Erin. It's a horrible feeling....makes me want to puke up (and I never do that....only ever been sick a couple of times when I was younger). What's worse is when you're alone on a train left with only your thoughts, and that horrible feeling, for company....multiplying each other and making me feel worse and worse.
It's goodbyes. I f*cking hate them, they get me so down in the dumps sometimes....not always.
You should see me at funerals....the biggest of goodbyes....i'm a right grumpy b*stard.
So what's the deal anyway? ....well today, I made my first ever trip to Liverpool to meet Dave and Laura....two of my online friends that i've known nearly 10 years, Laura is on a short stay from Florida so it was a good chance for us all to get together (we've never met previously). We spent the day sight-seeing....and I was completely blown away by Liverpool, it's like bleedin' Rome or something! WOW! (by law I should really show disgust for the place given that i'm from Salford...hehe....but y'know I don't think that I can!)
I wasn't very talkative and I felt bad for Dave because he put a good effort into showing us around....i'm not sure if he felt appreciated by it, I txt'd him later on to make sure he knew that I did.
The time didn't fly by thankfully, but I was a bit sad when we came full circle and the train station came into view again....because I knew that it was time to go. When I was saying my fair-thee-well's to both of them....I stood on Laura's foot! ....how's that for a bad final impression. *red face*
On the train back home I was alright, the thing that sparked off the chain-reaction was when we happened to make a stop at Patricroft station....because it reminded me of one Christmas in about 2001 when I met up with Fran one morning at that station and we just chilled out for a bit in the cold snowy weather. She was a friend of a friend from college that made me feel better about myself....and she was so heartstoppingly beautiful that I couldn't believe it sometimes that she wanted to hang out with just me (I didn't feel particularly good looking during the college years).
But anyway....I haven't seen Fran since college all those years ago. And so as my train passed Patricroft station I then wondered if I had just waved goodbye to Dave and Laura for the first...and last time. We'll still be in touch through the forums and e-mail as we have been all this time, but it's not going to stop me missing them. I've kept in constant touch with Erin since she left, but it doesn't stop me missing her either.
I feel.....a bit better.
If you skipped that last bit then i'll just tell you that I visited Liverpool for the first time today (even though it's virtually next door) and fell head-over-heels in love with some of the scenery there, went for a mooch and saw various gems of visual beauty....one my favourite things was when we went down into this kind've cemetary behind the cathedral....there was a random small stone column which looked like some kind of relic from greek mythology or something....
*Jaw drop*
*Eyes pop*
....next thought was to *GET. ON. TOP!*
I AM TALOS....FOR ONE DAY ONLY! :D
....err yeah, I kinda struggled to get on and off that thing! haha. It was worth it.
'twas the anniversary of my gran's death the other day....strange.
The woman over the road died the other day....the one who was married to the guy who died recently, after he went she decayed rapidly....it's a sad story. That's three people who all lived next to each other on my street who have died in the past 6 mths. Strange.
Michael Jackson, i'm not going to say much because there's no need for it to be said....but people have been talking about earliest memories of him so i'll jot mine down here.
My earliest memory of Michael Jackson was when I was a kid, my dad used to make me music mix-tapes with mainly songs by The Beatles on it (is it any wonder they've been my favourite band since I can remember!) and filled up with other randoms....at the very end of one the tapes he did for me, Billie Jean was the last song....but it didn't fit and it always went wobbly half-way through before cutting out. Once I listened to it over and over as I lay on my bed....and I fell asleep as the tape continued to play.
Basically i've got that feeling again....butterflies in my heart, aint had it since I said goodbye to Erin. It's a horrible feeling....makes me want to puke up (and I never do that....only ever been sick a couple of times when I was younger). What's worse is when you're alone on a train left with only your thoughts, and that horrible feeling, for company....multiplying each other and making me feel worse and worse.
It's goodbyes. I f*cking hate them, they get me so down in the dumps sometimes....not always.
You should see me at funerals....the biggest of goodbyes....i'm a right grumpy b*stard.
So what's the deal anyway? ....well today, I made my first ever trip to Liverpool to meet Dave and Laura....two of my online friends that i've known nearly 10 years, Laura is on a short stay from Florida so it was a good chance for us all to get together (we've never met previously). We spent the day sight-seeing....and I was completely blown away by Liverpool, it's like bleedin' Rome or something! WOW! (by law I should really show disgust for the place given that i'm from Salford...hehe....but y'know I don't think that I can!)
I wasn't very talkative and I felt bad for Dave because he put a good effort into showing us around....i'm not sure if he felt appreciated by it, I txt'd him later on to make sure he knew that I did.
The time didn't fly by thankfully, but I was a bit sad when we came full circle and the train station came into view again....because I knew that it was time to go. When I was saying my fair-thee-well's to both of them....I stood on Laura's foot! ....how's that for a bad final impression. *red face*
On the train back home I was alright, the thing that sparked off the chain-reaction was when we happened to make a stop at Patricroft station....because it reminded me of one Christmas in about 2001 when I met up with Fran one morning at that station and we just chilled out for a bit in the cold snowy weather. She was a friend of a friend from college that made me feel better about myself....and she was so heartstoppingly beautiful that I couldn't believe it sometimes that she wanted to hang out with just me (I didn't feel particularly good looking during the college years).
But anyway....I haven't seen Fran since college all those years ago. And so as my train passed Patricroft station I then wondered if I had just waved goodbye to Dave and Laura for the first...and last time. We'll still be in touch through the forums and e-mail as we have been all this time, but it's not going to stop me missing them. I've kept in constant touch with Erin since she left, but it doesn't stop me missing her either.
I feel.....a bit better.
If you skipped that last bit then i'll just tell you that I visited Liverpool for the first time today (even though it's virtually next door) and fell head-over-heels in love with some of the scenery there, went for a mooch and saw various gems of visual beauty....one my favourite things was when we went down into this kind've cemetary behind the cathedral....there was a random small stone column which looked like some kind of relic from greek mythology or something....
*Jaw drop*
*Eyes pop*
....next thought was to *GET. ON. TOP!*
I AM TALOS....FOR ONE DAY ONLY! :D
....err yeah, I kinda struggled to get on and off that thing! haha. It was worth it.
'twas the anniversary of my gran's death the other day....strange.
The woman over the road died the other day....the one who was married to the guy who died recently, after he went she decayed rapidly....it's a sad story. That's three people who all lived next to each other on my street who have died in the past 6 mths. Strange.
Michael Jackson, i'm not going to say much because there's no need for it to be said....but people have been talking about earliest memories of him so i'll jot mine down here.
My earliest memory of Michael Jackson was when I was a kid, my dad used to make me music mix-tapes with mainly songs by The Beatles on it (is it any wonder they've been my favourite band since I can remember!) and filled up with other randoms....at the very end of one the tapes he did for me, Billie Jean was the last song....but it didn't fit and it always went wobbly half-way through before cutting out. Once I listened to it over and over as I lay on my bed....and I fell asleep as the tape continued to play.