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I hope that these strange mood swings I'm getting are down to being on the pill and not because I am actually cracking up and am secretly still gutted over Ian. When I'm out with people I feel totally superfine and when I'm on my own I can retreat in to an unmanagable walled garded of self-loathing and at the same time, contempt for pretty much every single person I know. Check that shit out. It just comes and goes like Manchester sunshine and it's made me waste this week tredding water in apathy and laziness and fury, like today lying face down on the sofa for 3 hours instead of taking Polaroids and cutting and sticking and oh yeah PACKING LOL. It made me think about the time we all went heavy drinking and on the way back to someone's house to carry on the fun I found myself cradling Donna on the pavement for hours, as she sobbed and sobbed, blaming it on the contraceptive injection. At the time I was shocked that anyone could be that emotional but this afternoon I felt like going and finding my own spot of pavement and getting down to it.
I feel fine now. Although I can't manage to take my hat and coat off and make like I'm staying somewhere. I want a glass of whiskey and a bustling, sweating Oak Road house party to get lost in. Those were the days, my friends.
I really have nothing to be moody about. I have a boyfriend, he's called Joe. He did his BA in Theatre Arts in Scarborough, which he hated and a vicious rumour circulated that he only emerged with a 2:1 because he was shagging the tutor. Although plausable, this is incorrect. He moved to Manchester and is going to get a job at Subway for summer before starting his Contemporary Arts MA in September. He likes Evan Dando, Stephen Malkmus and Robert Smith, he doesn't drink and he looks like a very pretty girl.
Last night we went to Tiger Lounge with his best friend Jim, who, I had been warned, hates everybody and lets them know it. Jim needed cheering up after a month involving girlfriends, lesbians, voices, prescriptions and referrals. We totally hit it off, much to Joe's delight ("Jim HATES the girls I go out with! This is wild!"). Jim does voluntary charity work helping refugees and asylum seekers, he looks like a mix between the lead singers of Keane and the Kaiser Chiefs, and does a mean Jagger impression. We lit up Tiger Lounge doing the twist to the Shangri-Las, the Beatles, Marlene Shaw and various other Stax and Tamla Motown. This morning I walked (stumbled) ALL THE WAY from Withington to Chorlton after a night of gin and rough sex, wearing my pajama top. Checkit.
I hate Livejournal and doubt I'll update before Italy. Please don't fill up my friends page with bollocks that I will have to sift through after 10 days of being away. Also please don't update telling me how fantastic the VC's were at Killing Fantasy cause GUESS WHAT I'm not gonna be there. Someone come with me when they play Akoustik Anarkhy and/or Blowout. Have a nice Easter.
Edit You know how Arty said he wanted a paid account and he totally got one? I want one of these. Inspired by S is for Steph. Alternatively, the 'OMG' one. Go.
I feel fine now. Although I can't manage to take my hat and coat off and make like I'm staying somewhere. I want a glass of whiskey and a bustling, sweating Oak Road house party to get lost in. Those were the days, my friends.
I really have nothing to be moody about. I have a boyfriend, he's called Joe. He did his BA in Theatre Arts in Scarborough, which he hated and a vicious rumour circulated that he only emerged with a 2:1 because he was shagging the tutor. Although plausable, this is incorrect. He moved to Manchester and is going to get a job at Subway for summer before starting his Contemporary Arts MA in September. He likes Evan Dando, Stephen Malkmus and Robert Smith, he doesn't drink and he looks like a very pretty girl.
Last night we went to Tiger Lounge with his best friend Jim, who, I had been warned, hates everybody and lets them know it. Jim needed cheering up after a month involving girlfriends, lesbians, voices, prescriptions and referrals. We totally hit it off, much to Joe's delight ("Jim HATES the girls I go out with! This is wild!"). Jim does voluntary charity work helping refugees and asylum seekers, he looks like a mix between the lead singers of Keane and the Kaiser Chiefs, and does a mean Jagger impression. We lit up Tiger Lounge doing the twist to the Shangri-Las, the Beatles, Marlene Shaw and various other Stax and Tamla Motown. This morning I walked (stumbled) ALL THE WAY from Withington to Chorlton after a night of gin and rough sex, wearing my pajama top. Checkit.
I hate Livejournal and doubt I'll update before Italy. Please don't fill up my friends page with bollocks that I will have to sift through after 10 days of being away. Also please don't update telling me how fantastic the VC's were at Killing Fantasy cause GUESS WHAT I'm not gonna be there. Someone come with me when they play Akoustik Anarkhy and/or Blowout. Have a nice Easter.
Edit You know how Arty said he wanted a paid account and he totally got one? I want one of these. Inspired by S is for Steph. Alternatively, the 'OMG' one. Go.