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Home home. And don't I bloody know it >>.
I haven't had a chance to check my friend's page, so please dun be offended by lack of comments. I may not be able to go back date them, I dun have an awful lot of time... although I do. If that makes any sense.
So yeah. Home. Dropped my boyfriend off home on the way, and his parents didn't even bother to come out and say hi. Talk about rude, and my Granddad was wholly offended. And did I know about it the rest of the way home, and I don't blame him. Apparently, the first thing my boyfriend got by way of greeting was a mouthful of lecture about moving that fucking computer, too. I want to take something large and heavy to the bloody thing.
Oh yes. And his parents are having a party, which they expressly invited me to. But only for the day, because relatives are staying. Its like... but you know I live 40 minutes to an hour from your house. How on God's Earth am I supposed to get there? My Grandmother certainly can't drive there and back twice in one day. And if I get the train, I'll be there too late, and they'll moan because my boyfriend will have to come and meet me from the station. Oooooh, and all the family is going to be there. The family I haven't met once despite us dating for four years. Not to mention that by a bizzarre turn of circumstance, he now has the outfit I was planning to wear, and it needs washing, and he can't go anywhere all week because omigosh he has to help them... and... and...
I wish I'd never come back from Scotland. I had a wonderful time. Weather was crappy, but it didn't matter. Missed the bomb in Glasgow by about 20 minutes, mind you. Got stuck in the gridlock of traffic there for two and half hours on the way up... but still. And now back to home. The decorators are back Wednesday, and I am once again alone, and stuck in my bedroom for hours on end.
On the upside, I should be on LJ a lot more >>
K x
I haven't had a chance to check my friend's page, so please dun be offended by lack of comments. I may not be able to go back date them, I dun have an awful lot of time... although I do. If that makes any sense.
So yeah. Home. Dropped my boyfriend off home on the way, and his parents didn't even bother to come out and say hi. Talk about rude, and my Granddad was wholly offended. And did I know about it the rest of the way home, and I don't blame him. Apparently, the first thing my boyfriend got by way of greeting was a mouthful of lecture about moving that fucking computer, too. I want to take something large and heavy to the bloody thing.
Oh yes. And his parents are having a party, which they expressly invited me to. But only for the day, because relatives are staying. Its like... but you know I live 40 minutes to an hour from your house. How on God's Earth am I supposed to get there? My Grandmother certainly can't drive there and back twice in one day. And if I get the train, I'll be there too late, and they'll moan because my boyfriend will have to come and meet me from the station. Oooooh, and all the family is going to be there. The family I haven't met once despite us dating for four years. Not to mention that by a bizzarre turn of circumstance, he now has the outfit I was planning to wear, and it needs washing, and he can't go anywhere all week because omigosh he has to help them... and... and...
I wish I'd never come back from Scotland. I had a wonderful time. Weather was crappy, but it didn't matter. Missed the bomb in Glasgow by about 20 minutes, mind you. Got stuck in the gridlock of traffic there for two and half hours on the way up... but still. And now back to home. The decorators are back Wednesday, and I am once again alone, and stuck in my bedroom for hours on end.
On the upside, I should be on LJ a lot more >>
K x