07

[knowthatfeelbro]

I found a packet of balloons at the bottom of my bag. I'd neglected to unpack it till last night and decided I'd waited long enough, so I unpacked. And found them. I suspect one of my sisters, or both of them, put them there. I don't know what to do with them. They're balloons. I've never understood balloons. At what point did some guy turn around during a party and say "You know, it's all fine having good food, good drink, good friends and family here at this party. We need something more. I know! We can get some very thin, hollow tubes of rubber and blow them up with helium. That should make this party truly complete." I can just see it now. They're a waste of time. They just.... float. Unless you blow them up yourself, then they don't float. They just lay on the floor and create a hazard for people to randomly stand on, burst and scare you into a heart attack. I suppose if you're a small child there is some excitement in running around after them. Otherwise they're pointless....... Still, I might end up blowing these up. Because I've just read the packet and apparently they're not actually balloons. They're water balloons. I can use these.

This weekend I'll be returning home again to bring Fluffy back with me. I know this will not go down well with some. But to those I say; suck it up and grow a pair.

Happy birthday, Kite-kun.

I'm hungry....... I think I'm going to go to the kitchen and get something or other.