I missed one of the buses I take to get home from the park. I walked the twenty minute journey home and stared blankly at the surprising amount of pervy men that leered out of their cars at me. It would have been alright if I had my iPod with me but I didn't.
I don't like long walks very much. It makes me think too much.
She was very loud and overbearing today. I would have liked to have talked to him too but my words were lost a bit beneath her drunken shrieks.
No, I don't have much reason to be depressed. But that doesn't make me a wannabe? What is it that I would want to be in the first place? Do you think depression is an image? I just get depressed randomly, there's nothing I can do to help it really. It's fucking annoying.
I would have liked to have talked about all the pretentious shit he verbalises so well. It's not that people like us try and be deep or whatever (I personally hate being referred to as deep, it just sounds so mocking) but, well, after a few drinks, it's nice to talk to people you used to be close to. It would just be nice to see how life was treating him nowadays. I should probably talk to him more.
Apart from the end, today wasn't that good. I stole whiskey from my parents' alcohol cabinet, bitched a lot, puzzled over a crying friend who I didn't get the chance to find out what was wrong with, played cards, sat on a wasp (yes, really), tried hauling myself over a wire fence whilst being stung by nettles, got bitten by midges, got stamped on and ended up slinking away from the group of people to catch the bus by myself after having three different people promise to catch the bus with me.
My next photo challenge thing is lame. A picture that inspires me. Too wide a spectrum, I'm afraid. Don't expect me to put that one up in any rush.
I will, however, leave you with this picture of the ceiling in the throne room of the Alhambra in Granada, Spain. Insane arabic mosaics.
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