I've been meaning
to update with something coherant all day.
I'm going to do my usual "what I did today" post.
Well, today I was bored out of my ass. I had an interesting bus journey home though.
I went into town about 12, and I did my rounds, walked from Sainsburies to the civic drinking strawberry smoothie... MMMMMMMMness. Then I bought an iced coffee. I said hello to people.
Then Kirsty came down the civic, and she's been to Skeggers for the past, so many days. So it was nice seeing her again, then we went to McDonalds and I bought what can't be described none other than a sickly saucy house brick. I.e. The Infamous McQuorn Premiere. Quorn I east normally generally tastes nice, but McDonalds just take the piss.
I gave an offering to Haz's "lets get Arron a birthday present" hat. Which I later had to transact from because I spent all my money phoning Skye. Stupid me phoned the wrong number though and then the machine ate my pound, so that was nice of the machine.
I then caught the bus home and it stopped on church street right next to football riot. There were these old biddies saying just how wrong and bad it is, and how it never happened when they were teenagers. Then this one old woman turned around and gave me the dirtiest look an old woman is ever capable of. I asked her "what was that for?" and she replied, rather indignantly "Because it's people like you that are the reason that Wolverhampton is falling apart". That pissed me off. She forced me to shout. I don't normally shout at old people, because they're usually quite cheerful and pleasant towards me. I shouted back, "Yes, the only reason that I'm destroying Wolverhampton is because I'm gay. I don't drink anymore, I don't smoke, I don't aggravate football hooligans into doing things like what happened back there. I play for the cities Youth Orchestra, and am at this very moment in time the most qualified person in the 'cello section. Another thing. I'm cutting down on my littering." That shut her up, before she went with away nattering about how rude I was to her knitting appreciation club.
I was quite subdued for the rest of the bus journey, and got off at the earliest stop to stop me from snapping again. I heard the phrase "you can't breed from queers" about, 10 times. I've gone off old people completely. This may seen heartless, but if you can't breed from a queer, then you, my dear old people friends can fuck off and die. Homosexuality may have been illegal when you were my age, but now it isn't.
Then I spent the next two hours at home, thinking. My future and Simon were my dominant thoughts. I've fallen in love with him. [soppy] He's so nice, so sweet, so cuddly, so perfect [/soppy]
Then I ate chinese takeaway for dinner, and I didn't eat the meat. I was pleased with that. ^_^
I've been on the comp since then, and I'm bored yet again.
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I'm going to do my usual "what I did today" post.
Well, today I was bored out of my ass. I had an interesting bus journey home though.
I went into town about 12, and I did my rounds, walked from Sainsburies to the civic drinking strawberry smoothie... MMMMMMMMness. Then I bought an iced coffee. I said hello to people.
Then Kirsty came down the civic, and she's been to Skeggers for the past, so many days. So it was nice seeing her again, then we went to McDonalds and I bought what can't be described none other than a sickly saucy house brick. I.e. The Infamous McQuorn Premiere. Quorn I east normally generally tastes nice, but McDonalds just take the piss.
I gave an offering to Haz's "lets get Arron a birthday present" hat. Which I later had to transact from because I spent all my money phoning Skye. Stupid me phoned the wrong number though and then the machine ate my pound, so that was nice of the machine.
I then caught the bus home and it stopped on church street right next to football riot. There were these old biddies saying just how wrong and bad it is, and how it never happened when they were teenagers. Then this one old woman turned around and gave me the dirtiest look an old woman is ever capable of. I asked her "what was that for?" and she replied, rather indignantly "Because it's people like you that are the reason that Wolverhampton is falling apart". That pissed me off. She forced me to shout. I don't normally shout at old people, because they're usually quite cheerful and pleasant towards me. I shouted back, "Yes, the only reason that I'm destroying Wolverhampton is because I'm gay. I don't drink anymore, I don't smoke, I don't aggravate football hooligans into doing things like what happened back there. I play for the cities Youth Orchestra, and am at this very moment in time the most qualified person in the 'cello section. Another thing. I'm cutting down on my littering." That shut her up, before she went with away nattering about how rude I was to her knitting appreciation club.
I was quite subdued for the rest of the bus journey, and got off at the earliest stop to stop me from snapping again. I heard the phrase "you can't breed from queers" about, 10 times. I've gone off old people completely. This may seen heartless, but if you can't breed from a queer, then you, my dear old people friends can fuck off and die. Homosexuality may have been illegal when you were my age, but now it isn't.
Then I spent the next two hours at home, thinking. My future and Simon were my dominant thoughts. I've fallen in love with him. [soppy] He's so nice, so sweet, so cuddly, so perfect [/soppy]
Then I ate chinese takeaway for dinner, and I didn't eat the meat. I was pleased with that. ^_^
I've been on the comp since then, and I'm bored yet again.
xx