Horribly rude awakening this morning.
There's a guy that I used to hang out with sometimes in a totally non-sexual sense last year who uses me as his shrink. I've never minded because I seem to be able to help him and he's a really funny guy when he's not having problems. He turned up at 5am and banged on my window and door until I got up and answered. He came in, totally drunk, and had a bit of a vent about stuff on his mind and then fell asleep on my sofa. I had to throw him out. He started getting a little close for comfort and I had to tell him that I was absolutely not interested in being anything other than his friend. Awkward. I managed to get back to sleep though, although I was having really fucked up dreams.
I didn't do much today. Went down the street earlier and got some shopping in. My back is playing up something chronic and the doctor won't prescribe me any more valium as apparently it's "not for regular use" which is what she put on the notes with my prescription. I was a bit pissed off because I've not asked for it for a couple of months. It's 2mg dosage which stops my back from spasming and it helps me to sleep and my back is so sore that I'm getting increasingly grumpy and tired. I might try another doctor and get a second opinion. One problem with this being a small town is getting judged on my appearance and between her and the bitch pharmacist at Tesco I've had just about enough. If I had enough money I would just buy some weed but I can't afford it and it tends to make me get paranoid if I smoke it consistently. That leaves me with co-dydramol which I always have a stash of, but that makes me so sleepy and I can get a bit aggressive when it's coming out of my system.
I went to see my tattoo artist today. STILL haven't got his name! He showed me the design for the first tattoo again and suggested I come in next Saturday to get it started. The guy is a total legend. He quoted me £50 an hour which is cheap, as Kaya charges £70, and he said she'd given him shit for not bringing enough money in so he was having to up his prices. I asked him to let me know how much he'd be charging so I could have the money put aside and he said that if I pay £60 an hour for two hours, that leaves me £30 of the £150 I had saved for other things. He said he'd put two hours in the book but that he'd work for longer than that. So bloody decent of him. I really like the guy. It's not a romantic thing, I just really enjoy having a guy that is on my wavelength to talk to, cos it's so rare. The two of us have discussed loads of stuff that we probably wouldn't normally tell someone we didn't know that well but I think we're quite similar and I feel safe, in that I don't think he has an ulterior motive, so I'm comfortable with it and if I make a new friend out of it then I am happy. One thing I like is that he likes amphetamines too, it's been SO LONG since I had anyone to talk about speed with. Debbie likes them but she's younger and doesn't use them creatively like I do.
I mentioned a few blog entries ago that I'd been speaking to a guy, F, that I had hung out with in past and who I thought might have had potential as a romantic interest. Well, that's definitely not on the cards. I've got this weird psychic ability to know when people are going to get together with someone before it happens, and it's rare that I'm wrong about it. He's friends with a girl I know, and I can just feel that it's going to happen. I actually saw him at the bus stop yesterday and he, well, he didn't blank me... but he doesn't speak to me when other people are there. He'll tell me all sorts of deep, dark and dirty things when it's just the two of us but when others are around I can't get a peep out of him. I can't be fucking bothered with it and to be honest he's really not like he used to be. He used to be all about cool jeans, converse, band tshirts, hoodies. I like a guy that doesn't feel the need to wear designer clothes but that looks clean and comfy. He's started wearing narrow jeans and those horrible worker style boots that are worn on the outside of the jeans with the laces undone. They look ridiculous. I know it's a really shallow thing, but I'm proper picky about things like that. Saying that, who am I to talk, I wear the same style of Dr Martens constantly!!! I know how to work them though
I've had indian takeaway for dinner two nights in a row so my stomach is hurting. That means my abdomen is miserable as my digestive system is sore as well as my back, everything feels swollen and horrible. I'll be back on the porridge diet as of Monday I think... I don't like feeling this way.
So I'm sitting listening to Morrissey on Spotify and drinking some Strongbow cider. It's become a bit of an addiction, I never realised how much I like cider. Two cans and I'm pretty drunk though, cos I'm not a big drinker. I figure if I have a couple then go to bed I should be relatively fresh tomorrow. My friend Shona recently had a baby who I haven't met yet so I need to go and see them. I saw her boyfriend Rory down the street earlier, he was looking really tired but seems really happy. I'm really pleased things worked out for them. It wasn't always that way, but that's a story for another time.
Anyway I'm gonna go and find a movie to watch on Netflix when I go to bed.
There's a guy that I used to hang out with sometimes in a totally non-sexual sense last year who uses me as his shrink. I've never minded because I seem to be able to help him and he's a really funny guy when he's not having problems. He turned up at 5am and banged on my window and door until I got up and answered. He came in, totally drunk, and had a bit of a vent about stuff on his mind and then fell asleep on my sofa. I had to throw him out. He started getting a little close for comfort and I had to tell him that I was absolutely not interested in being anything other than his friend. Awkward. I managed to get back to sleep though, although I was having really fucked up dreams.
I didn't do much today. Went down the street earlier and got some shopping in. My back is playing up something chronic and the doctor won't prescribe me any more valium as apparently it's "not for regular use" which is what she put on the notes with my prescription. I was a bit pissed off because I've not asked for it for a couple of months. It's 2mg dosage which stops my back from spasming and it helps me to sleep and my back is so sore that I'm getting increasingly grumpy and tired. I might try another doctor and get a second opinion. One problem with this being a small town is getting judged on my appearance and between her and the bitch pharmacist at Tesco I've had just about enough. If I had enough money I would just buy some weed but I can't afford it and it tends to make me get paranoid if I smoke it consistently. That leaves me with co-dydramol which I always have a stash of, but that makes me so sleepy and I can get a bit aggressive when it's coming out of my system.
I went to see my tattoo artist today. STILL haven't got his name! He showed me the design for the first tattoo again and suggested I come in next Saturday to get it started. The guy is a total legend. He quoted me £50 an hour which is cheap, as Kaya charges £70, and he said she'd given him shit for not bringing enough money in so he was having to up his prices. I asked him to let me know how much he'd be charging so I could have the money put aside and he said that if I pay £60 an hour for two hours, that leaves me £30 of the £150 I had saved for other things. He said he'd put two hours in the book but that he'd work for longer than that. So bloody decent of him. I really like the guy. It's not a romantic thing, I just really enjoy having a guy that is on my wavelength to talk to, cos it's so rare. The two of us have discussed loads of stuff that we probably wouldn't normally tell someone we didn't know that well but I think we're quite similar and I feel safe, in that I don't think he has an ulterior motive, so I'm comfortable with it and if I make a new friend out of it then I am happy. One thing I like is that he likes amphetamines too, it's been SO LONG since I had anyone to talk about speed with. Debbie likes them but she's younger and doesn't use them creatively like I do.
I mentioned a few blog entries ago that I'd been speaking to a guy, F, that I had hung out with in past and who I thought might have had potential as a romantic interest. Well, that's definitely not on the cards. I've got this weird psychic ability to know when people are going to get together with someone before it happens, and it's rare that I'm wrong about it. He's friends with a girl I know, and I can just feel that it's going to happen. I actually saw him at the bus stop yesterday and he, well, he didn't blank me... but he doesn't speak to me when other people are there. He'll tell me all sorts of deep, dark and dirty things when it's just the two of us but when others are around I can't get a peep out of him. I can't be fucking bothered with it and to be honest he's really not like he used to be. He used to be all about cool jeans, converse, band tshirts, hoodies. I like a guy that doesn't feel the need to wear designer clothes but that looks clean and comfy. He's started wearing narrow jeans and those horrible worker style boots that are worn on the outside of the jeans with the laces undone. They look ridiculous. I know it's a really shallow thing, but I'm proper picky about things like that. Saying that, who am I to talk, I wear the same style of Dr Martens constantly!!! I know how to work them though
I've had indian takeaway for dinner two nights in a row so my stomach is hurting. That means my abdomen is miserable as my digestive system is sore as well as my back, everything feels swollen and horrible. I'll be back on the porridge diet as of Monday I think... I don't like feeling this way.
So I'm sitting listening to Morrissey on Spotify and drinking some Strongbow cider. It's become a bit of an addiction, I never realised how much I like cider. Two cans and I'm pretty drunk though, cos I'm not a big drinker. I figure if I have a couple then go to bed I should be relatively fresh tomorrow. My friend Shona recently had a baby who I haven't met yet so I need to go and see them. I saw her boyfriend Rory down the street earlier, he was looking really tired but seems really happy. I'm really pleased things worked out for them. It wasn't always that way, but that's a story for another time.
Anyway I'm gonna go and find a movie to watch on Netflix when I go to bed.
