Open The Door And Pulling Me In

Well I'm back from Scotland.

Was there 4 days.

It was average.

It was Gran's 71st on Saturday.

The fancy meal was expensive, and the waiters had odd accents; a mixture of Italian and Scottish.

He took our photograph.

I've come to the conclusion that I should stop feeling sorry for myself.

Most people my age want something casual.

It's not the end of the world.

But.

I want something more.

Urgh.

Picky picky.

Need to get away again.

Need to go see Matthew.

And sleep on his floor.

As a side note.

College finance office women?

Bitches.

College work?

Fucking me off.

A good week in all.