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I feel like I spent so much time looking at this view when I lived in Brighton. I’m sure it wasn’t that much time really, but I’ve got a bizarre nostalgia for all the time spent waiting for Mike at the station.
We’ve lived together for over a year now, and I really wouldn’t change that for the world and it’s not like I don’t get opportunities to miss him what with him being on tour a lot. Plus it’s not like we didn’t fight back then either.
I don’t know why I feel like I do. Does anyone though? Probably not.
The feeling you get when you’re not even sure what you’re doing with your life anymore.
I don’t know where I’m going anymore. I kind of feel like I’m falling apart. What happened to the plan?
Maybe I’ll just put a fake moustache on and cry.
This episode never, ever fails to make me cry. Every single time.
(via fckyeahgilmoregirls)
Birthday stuff yay! My friends know me very well. Moustaches, muppest and sweets.
I’m 23 now.
Had a really nice day on Monday, Mike made me breakfast in bed, I had presents and watched Criminal Minds, then had a nice birthday bath and went into town to meet Jim and Field for coffee. It was lovely, we chatted and they bought me an Animal (muppets) purse.
Did pub in the evening…was a bit bummed by that. No-one really came out. Colemania and Chris Marshall came down, and Ross was there but there wasn’t a whole lot of effort made, no work folk came or anything. Still, some lovely regulars (including Brian!) bought me birthday drinks and I came home really drunk with a pizza. Beautiful.
Whatever, Mike bought me a pestle and mortar, Hark A Vagrant! and a mufucking BLOWTORCH (amongst other things). FYYAHHH.
Am currently under a one-person blanket fort, listening to The Skints and tumblring. Ossum.
It’s hard to type with your netbook on your tummy.
My hair looks awesome today. Shame about my face!
Today was lovely!
Work, opened the shop, pottered about a bit, talked to people.
Went to see Inga, pumped ourselves full of caffeine, had cake and catch ups.
Got home, spaghetti bolognese, pub.
Hot bath, near death experience (seriously, dizzy, heart racing etc. My legs are very pink still).
Laura Marling on the stereo.
Super!