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Dec. 22nd, 2011 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anonymousblueberryDear LJ, your new comment layout blows goats. I like comment headers. They're kind of like the subject line of an email; usually full of guff, but occasionally really important.
I am apparently having a Bad Day. I don't know why though (well, I do, but y'know, delusions are wonderful things). Last night was fun; me and Dave went to see Sherlock Holmes and have a meal. The film was fun, the meal was acceptable (although the restaurant overcharged Dave for his meal) and it was a nice walk back to his place in as much as any walk from C:MK to where he lives can be called nice.
This morning I went and finished off a couple of bits of xmas shopping then trundled back to the piece of hicksville I'm currently living in, by way of a detour to Sixfields Sainsburys where everyone had forgotten how a car park works and were generally being idiots. There were lots of spaces free, but everyone was dithering all over the place.
I'm getting pretty sick of being here. I want my house back, I want my space back. I want to not have my stuff get randomly tidied away or thrown out (usually only empty wrappers, but in that instance, it was kind of important).
And thus we come to the other problem. I need my own space. I don't share space well a lot of the time. Its not intentional, I'm just like that
I had something I was actually going to say, but I can't fucking remember what it was. Hey ho. Probably not all that important.
I am apparently having a Bad Day. I don't know why though (well, I do, but y'know, delusions are wonderful things). Last night was fun; me and Dave went to see Sherlock Holmes and have a meal. The film was fun, the meal was acceptable (although the restaurant overcharged Dave for his meal) and it was a nice walk back to his place in as much as any walk from C:MK to where he lives can be called nice.
This morning I went and finished off a couple of bits of xmas shopping then trundled back to the piece of hicksville I'm currently living in, by way of a detour to Sixfields Sainsburys where everyone had forgotten how a car park works and were generally being idiots. There were lots of spaces free, but everyone was dithering all over the place.
I'm getting pretty sick of being here. I want my house back, I want my space back. I want to not have my stuff get randomly tidied away or thrown out (usually only empty wrappers, but in that instance, it was kind of important).
And thus we come to the other problem. I need my own space. I don't share space well a lot of the time. Its not intentional, I'm just like that
I had something I was actually going to say, but I can't fucking remember what it was. Hey ho. Probably not all that important.
