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I want some people to realise MSN exists now and to GET BACK ON IT ALREADY.
I need to talk to people who share my interests and understand me! Or something :/ I mean I did go out yesterday to the Carvery with my parents, my parent's friends Pete & Lin (they give me presents and money, and speak to me like an adult, they're like better than family!) their daughters Laura and Suzie, and their boyfriends Michael and uhm I forgettheotherguysnameIonlymethimabouttwice. I may have checked out the waitress who got assigned our table the ENTIRE time, but still I had to sit without a book and be social to people who talk about nothing I understand. Football and politics, whyyyy?
So the Carvery is a serve yourself kind of place, with roast dinner as it's main meal and a few alternatives. I was so good, I had been sweating in this room all day and so didn't want hot food so I had this really really really nice turkey Caesar salad. Mmmmmmmmm. And then mum had to have chocolate fudge cake for dessert and she ended up leaving more than half of it for me to finish. Shame ;)
Nothing interesting happened at all so we leave it at that basic description of my day. GET ONLINE PEOPLE OMG. I need to convince myselfI can still make conversation. I sat after dinner being ignored and distracting myself by inspecting my nails and daydreaming about what if Ian or Lee got a tongue stud and kept playing with it like Suzie plays with hers to tease her boyfriend. Oh it was good. Would've been better if I'd gone and sat outside and not had crap conversation around me poking into my daydreams.
This woman walked past in a miniskirt about one inch away from showing off her underwear and my dad and Pete, who's sixty on Tuesday actually and it seemed like the dinner was more about that than us moving house, were so openly checking her out. I mean I had a look too, but she wasn't attractive or anything. She just had nice long tanned legs. So apparently as long as there's some hot attribute to a woman it doesn't matter if she's ugly, small chested, whatever. Just skinny and in a tiny skirt. It's sad really.
I saw some meme on someone's journal earlier about anonymously posting about the last fantasy you had that got you off. Reminiscing can sure be fun sometimes huh ;)
And I would like to end this longer-than-planned, slightly pointless entry with OMG SOMEONE GET ONLINE OH MY GOD. MSN exists you know! It's a friggin' bank holiday I know people don't have work or lives!
I need entertaining :(
I need to talk to people who share my interests and understand me! Or something :/ I mean I did go out yesterday to the Carvery with my parents, my parent's friends Pete & Lin (they give me presents and money, and speak to me like an adult, they're like better than family!) their daughters Laura and Suzie, and their boyfriends Michael and uhm I forgettheotherguysnameIonlymethimabouttwice. I may have checked out the waitress who got assigned our table the ENTIRE time, but still I had to sit without a book and be social to people who talk about nothing I understand. Football and politics, whyyyy?
So the Carvery is a serve yourself kind of place, with roast dinner as it's main meal and a few alternatives. I was so good, I had been sweating in this room all day and so didn't want hot food so I had this really really really nice turkey Caesar salad. Mmmmmmmmm. And then mum had to have chocolate fudge cake for dessert and she ended up leaving more than half of it for me to finish. Shame ;)
Nothing interesting happened at all so we leave it at that basic description of my day. GET ONLINE PEOPLE OMG. I need to convince myselfI can still make conversation. I sat after dinner being ignored and distracting myself by inspecting my nails and daydreaming about what if Ian or Lee got a tongue stud and kept playing with it like Suzie plays with hers to tease her boyfriend. Oh it was good. Would've been better if I'd gone and sat outside and not had crap conversation around me poking into my daydreams.
This woman walked past in a miniskirt about one inch away from showing off her underwear and my dad and Pete, who's sixty on Tuesday actually and it seemed like the dinner was more about that than us moving house, were so openly checking her out. I mean I had a look too, but she wasn't attractive or anything. She just had nice long tanned legs. So apparently as long as there's some hot attribute to a woman it doesn't matter if she's ugly, small chested, whatever. Just skinny and in a tiny skirt. It's sad really.
I saw some meme on someone's journal earlier about anonymously posting about the last fantasy you had that got you off. Reminiscing can sure be fun sometimes huh ;)
And I would like to end this longer-than-planned, slightly pointless entry with OMG SOMEONE GET ONLINE OH MY GOD. MSN exists you know! It's a friggin' bank holiday I know people don't have work or lives!
I need entertaining :(