Daddy's Home

Yup, and so I have returned. In a very not-like-me way, I can't be bothered to write a good deal so I'll just say had a good time - downsides included spraining my ankle on day one and being unable to walk for two, and arguing with my parents during the periods when they couldn't smoke for hours on end due to flying - but a good time was had. I'll say the rest with an...

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2 n d J u l y
Strange attraction - she looks just like someone I know. Spinning and twirling on stage, throwing me a glance every time she's not involved explicitly in the choreography; probably wondering how a 20-something Goth came to be sat on the outskirts of a children's performance of 'Grease' (and I'm wondering the same thing myself). She has one of those thick Spanish accents you can hardly understand, and I wouldn't even try to pronounce her name. I wonder why she's looking at me, of all people.

'It feels like forever, but no-one ever tells you that forever feels like home. . .'

Something just feels wrong about watching a children's performance of 'Grease' whilst listening to 'Death Blooms' by Mudvayne on my Creative Zen.