Remembering Lorna's fantastic impressions last night men really are like buses. I mean seriously. Problem being that when two great buses come along which fucking bus am I supposed to choose?!? If anyone has any helpful hints of how to get either one of these buses out of my head (as well as my heart) I'd really appreciate it. Feeling decidedly down and not sure what to do about the whole situation. This would probably be a lot easier if I wasn't a spineless emotionally scarred awkward little girl who matured far far too early.
Plus, my mum hasn't called me about my grandad which is never a good sign. He broke his hip a few days ago and was just out of surgery last time I spoke to anyone in my family but my mum always waits a few days to deliver bad news to make sure I'm not in a depressed mood so she doesn't have to put my friends on suicide watch. It's generally not a good day.
Think I may just be running on sugar and the hope that someone might say something today that I can get really angry at and let it all out. Oh look out world, it's gonna be a hap-hap-happy day.
On another note if anyone calls me a "n00b" again I'm gonna have to kick their sad little "1337" asses. (If you don't know what this means count your lucky stars)