Bleargh.

Friday. Thank Christ.

Spent much time last night with my dear 'Liza. We smoked up and ate some far-too-delicious-to-be-good-for-you coconut maccaroony type things. Dessicated coconut and sweetened condensed milk, mix in a bowl, ball up and put on a baking tray. Bake for around 15 mins or until golden brown. Yum. Like yum.

We hung out and talked. And laughed. It was good. Really great to be around someone who I don't have to fake it for, lol. No posturing and no bravado, just me the way I happen to be.

Last night I learned that the only time it is ever A) safe, and B) socially acceptable to eat a 7Eleven sandwich is when you're high. That's it. Like eating a kebab while drunk. Any other time and it's a near life threatening experience. Not to mention the wallet death!! Nearly $5 for a terrible ham and cheese sandwich that's been sitting in plastic and cardboard all day. Blech.

Been reading a lot recently. Got done with my Bill Bryson book, "Made in America". It was pretty excellent. I liked the book he wrote prior to that called "Mother Tongue". Both are about etymology, but the former is about commonplace phrases and words that have come out of the United States, rather than the latter, which is more about how the English language came to be. Admittedly, not the most riveting reading material for the majority of people, but for me, reading about words?! Fucking heaven.

I'm currently reading a book by Mr. Stephen Fry. It's about the techique of writing poetry. He's a rather good poet himself and frightfully intelligent. If anyone has ever seen A Bit of Fry and Laurie or Jeeves and Wooter, they'd understand exactly what I mean. Anyway, even though it's written in his style (great fun, by the way), because it's about some of the things I could never fully grasp in English in high school, it's a little dense. But I'm enjoying it thouroughly none the less. Heh, iambic.

Today on my way home from work the trains were late. Normally not an issue. But there I stood on platform 23 at Central station, my feel on the blue bumpy stuff near the edge of the platform, with two full rows of people behind me. I have honestly never been on a train that was that packed in my life. For example, I shared the part of the carriage where the doors are with thirty-six other people. I shit you not. I was standing on the stairs (a perfect people-counting spot) and there was no room for anyone else...And I was genuinely amazed that people just kept getting on. People were stood in the aisles, for fuck's sake!! Standing room only, indeed.

Urm...What else? It's the freakin' weekend!!! 

I'm going out tomorrow night to that party with Dee. Woo. I think. I don't know if I'm looking forward to it or if I'm indifferent. I don't know. Nor do I care, particularly. God. Anyway, party tomorrow. I'm probably going to get shamelessly drunk and make an ass of myself. As per usual. How attractive.

Anyways, I'm still struggling with what I should wear. I'm thinking skinny jeans and something tight and black. 

I'm not a slut.