Someone I think deserves a good kick in the chachacha- after reading 2005 and seeing the things she said then...the things she STILL says and the way she STILL treats people and how much she hasn't changed even one tiny bit- I have never been more relieved to have that poisonous excuse for a girl out of my life.
I love my girls. They are the best friends anyone could ask for. Ness came over last night and we watched a bunch of silly things including QI (Oh, Stephen Fry is NEVER silly...:D) and a show with Simon Amstell whom I love so much omg. We had a lovely time. Ness should come over more often :)
Then the girls and I took a walk to a playground at 2 am, drinking wine. Well they drank wine. It was kind of vile. I went on rain-drenched swings and enjoyed the absolute silence that is Spreydon in the night. I love New Zealand so much. What a beautiful and peaceful place. And don't worry, we weren't loud and disreputable youths. We were quiet as we walked. It was about taking a walk that wasn't for clearing heads. It wasn't for angst. It was for realising things are better now. And it was lovely. There was fog on the hills and the lights were shining through and it was warm, if rainy. Perfect.
Now it's 4 pm the next day, I am sitting in my bed, Leah is in the living room shouting my friend Clare's name for reasons I am not entirely sure of (I think she's looking at your pictures, Clare?), though it reminds me of her too which makes me smile!
Yay for the world. Imma get a sandwich.