Sinister: a weekend wasting

[Rachel Playforth]

the rain is particularly persistent today, doing a great of job of
reminding me that, yes, it IS still winter and yes, i WOULD rather be
tucked up in bed.  it was a strange weekend, floating past in a haze of
rain, sugary food and psychoactive drugs.  friday night started off
well, if surreally, when matt and i were persuaded to go to a quiz night
at my parents' rugby club, and came first, winning 6 bottles of wine.  i
think playing our joker on the harry potter round did the trick, that
and our tragically extensive knowledge of eighties/nineties film
music...

but the less said about the following night, the better.  (note to self:
your imagination is quite capable of going into overdrive and seeing the
world as completely fucked up/amazing/scary without hallucinogens upping
the ante.)

as if the rain wasn't tragedy enough, i just found out that two of my
best friends, together for 14 months, have split up.  when they first
got together i was briefly (and vocally to this very list) devastated -
he was my first love and she was my housemate.  but now it's over i feel
incredibly sad.  i mean, it's been tumultuous to say the least, and this
is probably the best thing for them.  but it's still sad.  although i'm
partly being selfish even now, because i don't like change, and (to pile
on the melodrama by quoting yeats) all is changed, changed utterly.  i
can't invite both of them to a social event any more.  we can't be a
comfortable threesome (no smut intended.)  and i don't want to be in the
middle - but how i can be there for both of them without betraying both
of them?

oh well, in happier news, the nicest carsmile there ever was is selling
me a spare ticket for brixton, so i'll be able to get hot and sweaty and
excited (again, no smut intended, or only a little bit) and dance like
no-one's watching and sing like i know all the words after all!  i'm
having a whole 'minibreak' in london to mark the occasion, so start
planning on ways to entertain me, londoners.  i know the oportunities
for fun are limited without the sea, but i trust you...

i also have the minor excitement of knowing that parcel force have a
parcel ready for me to collect, but not knowing what the parcel
contains... come on, confess: who's been sending me big boxes of
chocolates again?  of course, i know in my heart that it's probably
books i ordered on the internet by mistake...

all the others did drugs, they're taking it out on us.

luv archel xxx


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