Bored bored bored.It's been pissing it down this morning, but as i type this bit the sun has come out and it's made me think i need to get out and about a bit more today.
So i've rung Daniel and i'm heading over to Mancs tonight for a blast. It'll probably be a bit of a cheap night because obviously he is skint at the moment, but you don't need money to have a good night do you ?.
I suppose it depends what you get up to ;-)
Been listening to some old Skool music this morning whilst i vac up, clean the house and do my washing. Fucking hell, how cool does that sound ? All the things you have to do when you don't live with your parents any more. Suddenly you realise what they did. Or should that read as, suddenly you realise what your mom did ?. For instance. The bathroom mirror suddenly looking like someone has given it a bukkake surprise and three feet of dust on top of picture frames.
I feel like moving back home again.
It's funny how you still call it home don't ya think ?. My room is still called my room, and when i called to see my parents last time i was a bit pissed off that my dad was turning into some kind off office. So that chances of me moving back are starting to deminish anyway.
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And then one day while you visit your parents you hear yourself say: "Thanks, I have to head home" - and then you feel really grown up.
:)
Juz
Moving out definitely makes people grow up — if they can. All the things you have to do can actually be pretty time-consuming. I think you're doing pretty well.
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