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went shopping for a sleeping bag at lunch time (on the way, got some sainsbury’s finest st clements style shortbread - surely the tastiest of shortbreads) - whenever i have to go into any place associated with outdoor activities it feels kind of like i’m entering a polluted infected environment and my skin crawls. these people are not my kind. these are people that wear them shoes which are a cross between trainers and sandals and are permanently sunburnt. i find these shops strange and unwelcoming places, they’re a complete anathema to my personality. it reminds me of when i was at school and my friend used to take me into townie-type clothes shops and i used to have to wait outside for her shuddering because it was just such an alien environment. this was my 15 y.o. shoegazing/heavy fringe period, i would wait outside in my kohl and my black mbv top - no wonder i was lonely back then! my hatred of outdoor activities like ‘extreme’ sports probably has a lot to do with being at school and hating sk8er bois and the like - i was far more likely to be one of the friends in the preppy (in a 60’s fashion) clothes saying with a sneer ‘has he washed his hair?’.*
anyway, the cheapest sleeping bag there was 60 quid - is this a normal price for that kindof thing? i wouldn’t have a clue.
today i needed to go to the post office and i haven’t. meh. i did ring my grandma in america, poor love is getting so senile - but then she is 83. getting old is scary, as my gran says ‘i wouldn’t recommend it to anyone’. i think i’d just prefer to die young.
i was brave today and actually did some work which i’ve been putting off involving ringing up Important People from parliament - i hate ringing people i don’t know but they were all really friendly (if exceedingly posh) so that went quite well. but then again, i am still at work and its nearly 7 and i still have a rather large pile of papers which need reading. oh well...
* i should add here that i don’t actually think there is anything wrong with these people (probably) or that i feel in any way superior (surely they would be able to punch my lights out or at least out-run me) - its just something i’ve never liked or understood.
anyway, the cheapest sleeping bag there was 60 quid - is this a normal price for that kindof thing? i wouldn’t have a clue.
today i needed to go to the post office and i haven’t. meh. i did ring my grandma in america, poor love is getting so senile - but then she is 83. getting old is scary, as my gran says ‘i wouldn’t recommend it to anyone’. i think i’d just prefer to die young.
i was brave today and actually did some work which i’ve been putting off involving ringing up Important People from parliament - i hate ringing people i don’t know but they were all really friendly (if exceedingly posh) so that went quite well. but then again, i am still at work and its nearly 7 and i still have a rather large pile of papers which need reading. oh well...
* i should add here that i don’t actually think there is anything wrong with these people (probably) or that i feel in any way superior (surely they would be able to punch my lights out or at least out-run me) - its just something i’ve never liked or understood.