O I do wish someone would read my entries..
I've been watching so much comedy of late, I fear I might just speel lines from them all.. rendering me famous? Or infamous for being a knob, I'm not sure which yet, time will tell.
Honestly I haven't been up to much though; mostly gorging through cuppa soup and any other over-priced packaged foods that I can get from the garage. It's like this:
My house------->Garage----------------------------->Supermarket
Logic speaks for itself.
Other than that my aunt invited me round for dinner today and saying "no" sort of exordises you from the family, so of course I felt obligated to push my fussy eating to the side and attempt to nibble on rice and mushrooms along with my rouged, dry chicken (which of course you must say "mmm" after out of 'etiquette', fucking ettiquite). The conversation didn't flourish much without booze, I guess that's why you only meet your family at well-organised drinkfestevents- Christmas, New Years etc- without the booze conversations just lingre for far too long on a holiday you took two months ago,
"So did it rain much? Did you actually see a Spanish person? How was your shower? In working order? I had a bad shower on holiday once oh god it was awful.."
Cue some anecdote about why not to trust small Indonesian mice. I think they felt semi obligated, as after my breakup I've been mostly lounging about the house in my pants, the rate of my heart slowly decellerating as I eat dry weetabix out of the box and read old Harry Potter books. Well I enjoy lounging about the house wondering if I should shave my pubes or leave it another day, so fuck off.