March 26th, 2003

(I've tried patience)

Pot? Kettle. Kettle? Mr. Pot, on your left there. Now...shake...

~shakes head~ "I'd hate to have the kind of mind that causes cryptic posts like yours", he says, and then turns out something like that. Well, there you go.

In other news, I'm just...chirpy. At the moment. ~smile~ I don't know why, quite, since my parents are here and that should make things unbearable, but actually it's been sort of fun. (And, you know, vampires, on video. Yeah.)

And there are too many people on my Friends list who know too much about things of which I would never be able to grasp the faintest thread of comprehension. It saddens me a little, knowing that even if I asked them to explain, I still wouldn't understand what they were going on about.
But then, some of them are hopeless with people, which I'm quite good at. ~shrug~ I suppose you can't understand everything.

Anyway, I have to go pick things up for mum. There should be shopping for shoes later on, and possibly even boots! and clothes. Would be good. ~s~

Love you all. xxx

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I can fly!

Famous last words...

...about my parents. My dad spent the last half hour telling me things I'd apparently said that I, well, hadn't. Argh. But never mind, they've gone out now, and they'll be buying me lunch and shoes later, so I'm not really complaining.

Still. Why does he have to invent bizarre things I've said? I *genuinely* say enough of them, surely?

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(I've tried patience)

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I knew it couldn't be long before one or other of my parents pulled me to shreds. I didn't think it would be quite this bad.

Incidentally, I don't suppose anyone would like to give me 205 quid for a pair of boots? They're gorgeous boots. And they fit. Thigh-high. Black PVC. Lace-up.

No, I thought not. My mum would, if they weren't boots that would show the whole world what a sick, perverted, revolting, disgusting, shameful, horrific person I was.
I've missed a few of her words out, but you get the idea.

I'm hurting so much.

Oh, I forgot. She went off on this tirade in the shop, in front of everyone.
Yay. Public humiliation, as well as everything else. Yay.

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