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I got woken up at 5:45 this morning by some dick having a screaming match with his girlfriend, and throwing her around the street. That shit was not on, so I tried to call the police, but my mobile was having none of that (when it gets too cold, the touchscreen dies, which means the phone dies) so I legged it downstairs to get the landline and got through and blathered something about a couple having an argument and the woman doing a lot of screaming, and him dragging her.
Before the lady on the other end of the phone could do anything, the girl had legged it up the street, and while the bloke was chasing her, I think he'd given up.
The woman on the other end of the phone said the call would be logged, as other people would probably call if it carried on elsewhere, but now I'm worried.
I know I did all I could, but it doesn't seem enough. I'm not stupid enough to think that I could have broken it up or anything, but I dunno, it just feels like there should be more.
I have no idea who they were. If it was a hook up gone bad or a relationship breaking down. Or hell, if that was the norm for that relationship.
Well that was cheery.
I made brownies yesterday and I seriously need to stop eating them, or I will get fat. Which reminds me of my whinge that I was going to have last night and then forgot...
I have an Umbrella Academy t-shirt that Dave bought me a few years ago. It's cool, it makes my geeky heart happy. It's also an extra large, and too fucking small for me. And for the record, I am not a large person. Seriously Dark Horse, if that's how your sizing works, something is fucked. I am willing to accept that it may be a mislabelling, but I will never know, and can't return it a) because I've had it for years, and b) because the comic shop it was bought from has changed hands, and the new owner is a dick.
Before the lady on the other end of the phone could do anything, the girl had legged it up the street, and while the bloke was chasing her, I think he'd given up.
The woman on the other end of the phone said the call would be logged, as other people would probably call if it carried on elsewhere, but now I'm worried.
I know I did all I could, but it doesn't seem enough. I'm not stupid enough to think that I could have broken it up or anything, but I dunno, it just feels like there should be more.
I have no idea who they were. If it was a hook up gone bad or a relationship breaking down. Or hell, if that was the norm for that relationship.
Well that was cheery.
I made brownies yesterday and I seriously need to stop eating them, or I will get fat. Which reminds me of my whinge that I was going to have last night and then forgot...
I have an Umbrella Academy t-shirt that Dave bought me a few years ago. It's cool, it makes my geeky heart happy. It's also an extra large, and too fucking small for me. And for the record, I am not a large person. Seriously Dark Horse, if that's how your sizing works, something is fucked. I am willing to accept that it may be a mislabelling, but I will never know, and can't return it a) because I've had it for years, and b) because the comic shop it was bought from has changed hands, and the new owner is a dick.
