So I sliced the end of my thumb off today at work cutting limes…that was a brilliant way to start a shift…
Me and J fell asleep on our friend’s couch, curled up around each other last night, sometimes I wish I just had the courage to ask her out.
I need to stop going on staff night outs, getting drunk and kissing the girls I work with. It happened again last night, like the fourth girl in the company. And as much as I clearly like these girls, even if it’s just at that precise moment, I don’t like being the centre of work gossip. I just want to go out, kiss pretty girls and then for everyone to let it be.
In related thoughts she stayed at mine, and we didn’t do anything. Just kissed and smoked some ciggies and watched tv. And then we fell asleep spooning and she wouldn’t let go of my hand and when I went to turn off my laptop she just told me to not bother and to hold her…and we slept all night like that. If anything it’s just reminded me how much I miss sleeping next to someone.
“In Tory Britain, as the cuts kick in, even the most peaceful protests are put down as a warning to the rest of us. Last November, Bethan Tichborne, a 28-year-old teaching assistant, appeared at a public event in Oxfordshire and calmly told David Cameron that he had “blood on his hands”. She was referring to the prime minister’s decision to take away vital social support from people with disabilities, a policy that has already cost lives. Tichborne was grabbed, tackled to the ground and restrained during her arrest, as Cameron continued to speak: “The police officers on top of me either couldn’t or wouldn’t hear me,” she wrote on her blog. “I was crying and bleeding, I couldn’t properly breathe.”. Two weeks ago she was convicted of causing “harassment, alarm and distress” and fined more than a month’s wages. The message is clear: whether or not a protest is peaceful and legal is entirely up to the police and judiciary to decide, so if you want to play it safe, stay at home and sign a petition.”
— “Where are the activists as austerity bites? They have been beaten back.” — The Guardian (via rememberwhenyoutried)
That awkward moment when the girl you like, and spent all of Monday night kissing, doesn’t text you back…
I feel the need to publicly thank my adorable housemate Becca (whom you all should follow, even if she doesn’t post super regularly) for looking after me when I had a seizure yesterday afternoon. She really went beyond the call of duty, not only did she make sure I was ok and was coming round and hadn’t hurt myself, she even cleaned up after I vommed on the floor. She is spectaclular. #myhousemateisbetterthanyours
I have today off so my day will mostly consist of;
- Sitting in my bed, not feel guilty about the fact I didn’t get up til half three (I work nights, but I still feel guilty getting up late, maybe I miss sunlight…)
- Reading The Observer, and maybe a few chapters from Maggie Cassidy and USA
- Eating the Easter bunny my Granny sent me, maybe, I’m undecided so far
- Kicking myself for not asking the girl who was flirting with me for her number last night
- Listening to Wilco’s Yankee Hotel Foxtrot: The Engineer Demos (because it’s a way more beauitful version than the one that was released)
- And then before bed I’ll probably steal my flatmates boxset of Buffy the Vampire Slayer and watch as much as humanly possible
Good God my life is exciting.