Everybody knows better than me. I am not the only one who has ever experienced this sort of thing, I have to stop thinking nobody knows how I feel and what i'm going through. First step on that road today, thanks to a remarkably insightful and helpful phone call from one
spider_heed. I am amazed somebody could talk sense into me in 3 minutes flat, sensational. So thanks for that wee wan. Also a healthy high five (or something) to
mortallywounded for some pretty helpful msn chat. Its a simple case of seeing friends, staying busy and just taking your mind off it. Of course it still plays out totally in my head, all the "What if's, how comes and maybe's" But its something i'm just going to have to learn to put at the back of my head, i'll never be able to get it out of there, i know that much. But there are certain nullifying measures one can take. Viv, i love you like crazy and i'm sorry for making this last week so painful for you. Forgive?
It seems i've not done a proper what oi ave done update for ages. So um, here goes i suppose. All the major bases of my life shall be covered right here. Work is shit. Gave up my extra 2 quid an hour for night shifts because they SUCK! So back to being the boss of all the lowly cunts whom i control! Social life is getting back on track slowly. Massive apologies for receeding into my own little world and not socialising at all. Reason being, i had everything i needed coming to my flat every day of the week, so i didnt have to go out! Thats changed now, and i promise i will too. Set back on track by none other than the enigmatic
not_neil a couple of days ago. I love that wee bastard. Also today I (for the first time ever) I spent some time with
violentsmile. Lots of water fell on us. Bastards. Why did we not listen to her mother pre-cognitive warnings i cry. Cinema times on a monday are totally un-acceptable for anyone who wants to catch a movie at 7pm, so in the end it ended up with her ruining my carpet. 'So I Married An Axe Murderer' has been re-established as one of my favourite comedies. And the social life grows tomorrow with a trip to the pub. Cheers in advance to who-ever is paying for my drinks. Then a little something something else planned to keep my overly active imagination at bay. I hate that bastard.
Well, i guess i better get started on that washing mentioned in Mortimers journal, bah humbug.
- Adam
She used to save me