Stuck alone in my cold house again, for yet another day. I wish I had my P's so I could drive to see people, or even the keys to my sisters car to take it for an illegal joy ride. Today's plans fell through and so have tomorrows, and really, I'm not suprised. It's always when you need to see friends (because you either miss them or are bored or need a shoulder to cry on) they are busy working or shooting a ball into a net or caring for their goldfish or saving the planet...or anything other than seeing you. Kind of like when you need to find clothes, you can never find any, but as soon as you're not looking, you find the perfect outfit. Or just when you decided to swear off boys altogether, that boy comes along.
I explored my garden in hope of finding something interesting to rescue me from my boredom, but to no avail. I even considered jumping the neighbours fence to take photos in his garden, but realising his creepy factor outweighs the glorious possibility of having fun, I decided against it. This day just keeps getting worse and worse.
I <3 William Fitzsimmons.
ReplyDeleteAlso... When we go out thursday we are probably going to be trespassing. Don't worry. Illegal things are always easier with an accomplice.
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