Happy Fun Umbrella Juice and Anus Bars.
Current Mood:
Mood-swingy.
From determination, to inspiration, to long weeks of depression punctuated by the odd laughing fit and complete, perminant paranoia, I'm surprised I'm able to think up words with omore than one syllable. But here I am, writing desperately in an attempt to drag myself out of this self obsessed, introspective slump.
Today Cait has dragged my neurotic giggling ass all the way around Sainsbury's while I could barely walk from my 20 minute hysteric fit of laughter from a cerial called Chocolate Stars. By the end I was laughing so hard I was crying. I'm not sure if that was because it hurt from laughing and I needed to pee, or because that my life has gotten so meaningless that something so purile could amuse me for so long. I came home with a headache and one of those Gillian KcKieth health bars. Bleakhhh!! What's the point in being healthy if you have to put yourself through eating stuff that tastes like it has been partially digested for you?? I've eaten healthy food that actually tastes good. Or are you not allowed to enjoy food to be healthy?
Walsall was intersting. Cait is convinced all my workmates are completely gay, hence all the grabbing and hugging and flirting. I guess the English way of dealing with the fear of homosexuality is to imitate it. The sports bar was definately testosterone territory, but it was fun to watch. Chicago Rock was exactly like every Chicargo Rock - meat market. The only difference with this one is that some creepy polish guy tried to touch me up. Wierd! Men don't fancy me!! Most women don't even fancy me!! What's going on there? Creepy.
The hotel was fine:) I wish we got to stay in hotels more often. Next time though I will bring my own romantic treats instead of relying on the hotel to provide. What a rip off!
It's my 30th in two weeks. I don't know if I should do anything or not.
Must go. Cait wants to eat cheese. I want cheese too.