I don’t think I’ve ever wanted God to smite me and humanity as much as I have done today.
First of all we all met up and went for something to eat - Mel has lost weight and Lucy kept pestering her to tell her how and stuff then started asking what she weighed. Mel got upset and refused to speak to Lucy.
Then me and Lucy decided to go see Titanic 3d. Spent the entire film sobbing while people died infront of my eyes.
Then on the way to the bus stop - while I was freezing, deeply depressed from the film and wet - I got egged. Like an egg got thrown out of a car window. WHO EVEN DOES THAT ANYMORE? And it’s all because I moved JUST as they threw it. So I smell of egg.
Topping this day off some old man smelt my hair and felt it on the bus. He said it was delightful, though.
And I saw Ian Watkins all fucking day (from Lost Prophets aka worst shit band ever) - he is a vile cretin who dresses like he’s a 13 year old boy when in reality he’s about 50. He smiled at me but in a way that’s like “yeah, it’s me” so as I walked past I made a point of stating “I couldn’t give less of a shit about Lost Prophets” and his girlfriend snarled me. Snarl me all you want - I’ve seen pictures of him spitting on a fanny.
I also ate beef so tonight I’m going to get those digestion pains again at 5am and I have a headache from the cold. Fuck. Sake.