I have had such a shitty couple of days, its just not funny.
My flatmate, bless her, noted a comment I had made elsewhere and dragged me to the Washington within minutes of getting home where I proceeded to bitch about stupid fucking Americans for an hour and felt a whole lot better.
It’s been a horrible couple of days, it really has. This weekend should fix most of that and I cannot wait.
I was walking home from down in Camden and feeling pretty miserable to be honest. Then there was one of those moments where you just have to smile. As I was coming up Chalk Farm road, the weekly Wednesday night London Skate passed me by. A blur of arms and thighs and hundreds of people swarming by. Everyone walking passed was grinning and I was grinning and just for that moment, I liked the world again.
Anyway, away. Back Monday.
Oh and I think… although I’m wavering, I’m not wavering but I want to, I think that a friendship is more important than a pipe dream.