Saturday, March 26, 2005
This weekend. Easter.
Hective has caught the train to escort his new bride home from Liverpool.
Houdini visited to tell me how horrible I'd been in Iceland. (!) Gutted to discover he and my dear lovley 2K would think that about me.
I think I must live in some kind of crazed fantasy land, when I have absolutely NO self awareness whatsoever.
I seem to barge through life pissing people off, with out having any idea I am doing so.
Which is a bit of a headfuck I can tell you.
Anyways, I tried to explain how things were from my angle, and I think he understood, a bit.
I feel a bit dazed now.
Hective has caught the train to escort his new bride home from Liverpool.
Houdini visited to tell me how horrible I'd been in Iceland. (!) Gutted to discover he and my dear lovley 2K would think that about me.
I think I must live in some kind of crazed fantasy land, when I have absolutely NO self awareness whatsoever.
I seem to barge through life pissing people off, with out having any idea I am doing so.
Which is a bit of a headfuck I can tell you.
Anyways, I tried to explain how things were from my angle, and I think he understood, a bit.
I feel a bit dazed now.
Comments:
Post a Comment
