After all these years, forget all the troubled times
<<2003-02-02 - 6:01 p.m.>>

My family feud got sorted, in a series of long drawn-out phonecalls which I don't want to describe because I've had my mum endlessly repeating their contents to me all afternoon and I can't take it anymore damnit!

Lol. I was on the 503 yesterday to Halifax and sitting in front of me was a man. Not a man in drag with makeup and everything, just a man, with long flowing hair and a beard wearing a denim skirt, white furry jacket and stripy knee-high socks. With trainers. And I actually thought to myself... I have respect for these people who are different and just go out in public like that, not giving a damn. I sometimes wish I had the nerve to just do something like that which basically gives social norms the finger.

It was on the tip of my tongue a few moments ago... well tips of my fingers actually, to just send Sy a message on MSN saying that I don't hate him, whatever may have gone wrong between us. My fingers are itching, I really want to do it but I don't know if going down that road is a good idea. Not. A. Good. Choice.

I'm trying to convince Rob that he's not fat, and I really mean it. Sy said to me once... that I agree with people and support their actions too quickly and at times it seems patronising. I was just trying to support people and I generally do agree with them but hey, I guess that's not acceptable.

I have all this work to do tonight and I can't face it yet. I will get around to it, I will. I have to keep going despite being tired and fed up occasionally.

Meh. My hair is bouncy and it's blocking my view of the screen. Damn protein.

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