annoyedNot being able to hate just makes it all the more likely you'll get stepped on and taken advantage of and then end up forgiving the person/people involved.
I'm also fed up of f**king lies and at the moment there seems to be all too many of those floating about. I wish people would just be honest or f**k off.
Regardless of the above rant my weekend has *generally* been pretty good. I saw
mooncadet
for drinks and chats Friday night. We've been chatting quite a bit
recently and she's started to become my new confident in many aspects.
It's good because apart from not actually being involved in anything
that's going on (because she doesn't live in London) she listens -
which is a rarer commodity than it should be. So thanks mel for being
there and being able to give me impartial thoughts of My F**ked Up Life
(tm).Saturday day didn't really exist for me. After seeing Mel to the tube so she could go and meet her fella I ended up crawling into bed at 11am and didn't resurface until 5pm! That left me an hour to get ready for the Rammstein/Apocalyptica gig. Apocalyptica were awesome and possibly the best support band I have seen ever! It's stunning what four cello's and a drummer can produce :) Rammstein were also very good and their stage set-up was one of the best I think I've ever seen at a live gig. There were less pyrotechnics this time round (I've seem them twice before) but they once again produced a very entertaining evening.
Then I went to Slimes, against my wishes, and now wish that I could actually hate.
You watch, I'll wake up tomorrow and end up being as sweet as pie to person/people again.
I really shouldn't have gone to Slimes - I didn't want to go plus I was feeling a bit under the weather but went as a favour to make sure someone was ok. I am a f**king idiot that certain people just walk all F**king over without giving a shit. Especially when they get drunk. F**KERS.
I wish it wasn't 3am and I wish I could ring a couple of people for a chat. But it is 3am and they will either be asleep, out partying, or probably won't pick up the damn phone.
I'm going to bed. And no I'm not drunk and ranting. I wish I was drunk (could do without the ranting though as I'm most certainly doing that anyway!).
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