Macros + emo bands = a strangely hysterical combination.

So kay, the London meet? It's going to be awesome. I have dreamt it.
...Except it totally wasn't awesome. I dreamt that somehow, the train I was on would take about 5 hours to get from the midway point to London. So I had to get on another train, and began talking to random people. I never found out if I actually got to London. Alas.

I think I'm leaving my jeans here. *g* They're a little beyond repair.

Easter so far has been a failure as far as work has been concerned. But, Manchester tomorrow. Also taking my ddr mat back up with me. Which is where everyone goes 'wtf, when did you buy that?' Long story short, I didn't. ...Rich did. Two years ago.
I still haven't used it yet.

We were watching some show on breast size, and yet again, it's an excuse to bring up my body issues. Thank you, dearest mother.

[why is there not a 'miserable' mood icon?]

Also! Anyone fancy going to a gig with me? June time, dance-punk band with a hot singer? Come on :D

Tags: ddr, life, really could you make less sense?, you giggle too much