So i went to another gig last night with my mate Needle. It was good, i treated myself to the Scrumpy, inevitabley spilt it but then got a free pint. There were a lot of underage people there, made me want to be 17 again just to fit in. Had the most surreal experience coming home that I only remembered this morning. We spent half an hour in some blokes massive shed drinking wine whilst his landlord played us some tunes on his keyboard and re-hung his pictures at angles. It was like something out of one of my weird dreams, but then the next minute we were back on the bus as if nothing had happened.
Spent today feeding Needle and hoping she might leave soon because I had so much to do. She didn't go until 6ish. I attempted to make the mother a cheesecake to distract from the fact I hadn't tidied my room (yes I do feel like a 13 year old), but it turned out shit so I just got her pissed instead.
Told my ex (Ralph) that i missed him. I know i shouldn't have, but surprisingly he seemed to ignore it. Maybe he's finally realised that i'm not going to get back with him. I mean how can I? I've been with 9 other guys behing his back and it's just not fair.