here’s a picture of me and my two flatmates having a moment at a party at our house. i’m just a mass of hair blocking everyone from view. it was a good night.
I spent a lot of work time expounding the virtues of this song today.
“Why you won’t leave him? Cause bitch, dick too bomb”
Number 1 on my list of songs about dicks.
i finished two years of computer programming for my Phd today. Celebratory bottle of wine in bed since there are small children in my lounge room. I always think i want kids until i’m around them.
Also i was told i was dressed like harry styles today, which was not my intent when getting ready this morning. It’s just cold and i haven’t washed my hair in ages…
I’m back home from spending 10 days at my parents and i have a lot i want to blog about (my thoughts on the girl group - little mix) but mainly i want to say, fuck there is something about having a group of guys who have known you since you were 18 and who are gonna call you a ‘lefty-liberal’ multiple times in the course of a night, and introduce you as ‘vanj’ to all of their work colleagues, and are absolutely gonna call you out if you misspeak in an argument, but who also finish conversations with ‘i love you’, and freely give physical affection without a thought, and are gonna take you to brunch when you are hungover and sad about the fact that sometimes maybe your mum doesn’t treat you very good.
Jesus, i dunno, i miss that, and them, and i would put up with shitty family stuff forever as long as i got them on weekends.