Went to Pride, despite
pif_the_wuf getting us all lost. Good fun. Received Skittles.
Found a Chick tract*.
Last Rites- was adorable in way of watching three-year old make
very angry faces at his mum. May have to find more of them.
Was soaked by fire hose. Four times.
Became v. deeply depressed (not due to fire hose- actually enjoyed that bit). Am really not happy with this at all, as thought depression had passed, and also because depression makes me act like a fucktard. Should possibly pursue medication of some kind so will not ruin further days out
and also own life. So few of them. (Days out, that is. Not lives.)
Missed bus. Again.
Sister is putting on a capella performance of
Bohemian Rhapsody. The horror, et cetera.
In other news,
( Ryan Adams knows how I feel, goddammit. )* Where "found" means "Ryan picked it up, and then I took it."