This was written on Wednesday but something went wrong :s
Hmmm well that was the day that was.
I was supposed to meet people today, but that all went wrong and I ended up wandering the windy streets of Romford. We got to the new hall, the spiritualist church hall, and the lady wasn't there to open the doors for us. And then it started to rain.
I know I don't usually take things like spiritualism very seriously and stuff, but they couldn't have made that place spookier! It's a gorgeous hall, don't get me wrong, but sheesh! The blokes' loos spontaniously flushed, the floorboards creeked like coffin boards and shadowy figures kept passing the windows.
Auntie Charlotte, can you hear me?
I'll take that as a no. But I have finally realised that I'm head-over-heels, arse-over-tit, inside out and
totally nuts over someone. He's so cute! But he's a fagend. But be my fagend!
If you are American and don't know what the English general use for the word fag is, I mean cigarette. He smokes basically, but I think I can get over that. And on the unlikely chance that he finds his way here to this site (seriously doubtful but I can try), I LIKE YOU! LOTS! But Limp Bizkit still suck. They would suck less if they got rid of Fred Durst perhaps, or they were less commercial and didn't release cop-out remix albums. That
is a cop out. I was actually going to listen anyway, but the headphone got whipped away from me. BUT YOU'RE SO LOVELY! LET ME KNOW YOU! I REALLY LIKE YOU!
Yes, I have just made an immense fool out of myself.
