You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.
But…
If anyone spoils Doctor Who I will CUT A BITCH.
I am in such a fucking bad mood. Woke up late and have been rushing to do everything since, forgetting loads of stuff in the process. Then I went out with my brother for a bit and he got stressed out which then stressed me out even more. Had to empty everything in my coin jar and some of my mum’s to pay my bus fare to work. To top it all off, Bradford City are up 3-0 in the league 2 play-off final at Wembley and I’m stuck on a bus with no means of listening to it (forgot my iPod and earphones) and I’m going to miss the celebrations because I’m stuck fucking folding clothes and ARGH. TODAY IS A TERRIBLE DAY.
I did some damn good research into detailed reading and interpreting of tarot cards earlier and I just spent at least 2 hours doing a proper tarot reading for myself and writing it all down and interpreting it and making it relevant to my life/situation/question and now I’m absolutely knackered but I feel really good about things. I feel like in a way I’ve given myself some really good advice and insight into things. Thanks, inner self! *pats self on back*
Found a weird video of myself I made on NYE when very very drunk. The evidence is me pouring out the last of my wine on camera. There’s no audio though. No you can’t see it.
The “I just finished listening to the new Daft Punk album and I’m not sure how I feel about it.” face.
