Last Friday my boyfriend got hit by a car whilst riding his bike
He came off pretty bad but was essentially alright outside some massive bruising. We were just in the shower and I ran my hand through my hair only to be gifted a palm full of it. Because of Graves, my hair is falling out. Sometimes it’s more rapid than others, like clumps, other times not at all.. (side note; I really love pressing bruises) anyway, to distract me from something that is still horrifying, my boyfriend allowed me a good for one bruise pressing voucher to distract me. It worked.
That’s why he’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met.
“I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me. But it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once…and it’s too much. My heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst. And then I remember… to relax, and not try to hold on to it. And then it flows through me like rain. And I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life. You have no idea what I’m talking about, I’m sure. Don’t worry… you will someday.”—- Lester Burnham from American Beauty
Last night was the annual Halloween party my friends and I have. Over the years it’s become the messiest night of the year.
In 2009 it ended somewhere around 3pm the next day in what was dubbed an acid fest. I did not partake in the acid but I wasn’t innocent altogether.
Last year I took so much mdma I didn’t remember where I lived and vomited in in train station.
Last night, I got well drunk but I was home before 4am. Apart from the fact I refused to walk home (300 meters down the road) and kept plonking myself in the middle of the road telling paddy I wanted to sleep, it was pretty PG.