annanotbob's Diaryland Diary
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Mama take this gun off-a me
Today has been just sweet. Aw man, I can't remember how long it's been since I've managed a whole day without any major anxiety shit, and I have to say it was fucking bliss. I really appreciated it.
Little Ren. What could be nicer than Ren staying the night? Mind you, he did make the mistake of mentioning 'that fucking awful purple hat' I used to wear, so obviously I found it and wore it with my 'bloody mid-life-crisis' leather jacket when we went down town:
Cheered me right up.
So I met my sis and had a long long lunch with her and only a little bit of shopping, because the first thing she did was talk me into buying these ankle boots I've been making eyes at for several months. I still can't believe I bought them:
This afternoon and evening I've been shifting furniture round in the front room. Sara liked having it as monochrome as possible - as possible for us that is - but I prefer more colour. The whole house is painted off white and has a dull brown carpet, which is quite enough calm for me. I've brought down my pink rug and some more colourful pictures - already it feels like somewhere else. Nor finished yet - Sam brought me a big wide/flatscreen telly and after an evening with it I'm not that convinced. People have remarked on the fact that that a 12" screen is 'unusual' these days, but this big one seems so domineering, especially when people are giving it some welly. I watched the beginning of 'The Last King of Scotland' and frankly, if I'm going to have a portrayal of 1d1 Am1n bellowing into the camera and on into my living room, I'd rather keep the picture small.
I love diaryland. Wherever else I go online there seems to part of the screen animated and flashing the 'news' at me that I don't have to be fat, single or wrinkly, nor need I endure anything other than luminous white teeth. I can just buy these awesome products and both me and my life will be transformed. In less than a week. Yeah, right. Just fuck off. Leave me alone. Is there an email in existence that comes without ads?
Grateful for: a good day; a free telly; lovely boots, a new front room; hanging out with my sis
Sweet dreams xxxx
|11:33 p.m. - 18/10/2009
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