Grace Notes @ Snarkattack

I rode my bike home from the city by myself. I did not fall. Can’t wait to tell Rob. Though both my knees are still scuffed from those ancient falls.

This makes me exceeding glad.

Happy birthday Tim! Thanks for the lights (I promise I shall get my own soon, honest!), and thanks Miriam & Tom for not making me feel like a loser when we rode to Cookie. Dammit, I forgot to try Belvedere vodka which the lovely CL raves about. Cookie is one of the few places in Melbourne that serves it. Might be the only place, actually.

Hot mean guy was there. He hurt my nose. I deserved it, though I did actually worry for a bit that it was broken. I guess it isn’t because it didn’t hurt anywhere near as much as when I fractured my hand (my own idiocy, not getting it treated).

I also bumped into an old friend that many years ago I used to be in orchestra with which was quite shocking. It’s kind of sad, he was one of my oldest friends but I guess we’ve drifted apart…I’ve often felt that it’s been because of my ‘issues’. Sigh. That’s life I guess, sucky as usual (come on, sing with me, ‘damaged goods…woah oh oh oh…send me back…’ - Gang of Four is full of win. You know it)

CL’s boyfriend managed to convince me to look at porn online when I got home. It was…interesting. Kind of funny, actually. I tried to watch a second one, but it was just boring (they were short). I’ve had very little exposure to porn, can’t say I was impressed.