And this is why I was so hayfevered: half an hour sat under a tree in the park behind the church. Horrific. I hate having hayfever, though sainsbury’s own brand of hayfever pills are better than all the benadryl and name brand stuff I’ve ever used.
Oh yeah, I got new aviators too, seeing as how my old ones fell apart and disappeared. They’re reflective. So. Y’know. Aviators are the only sunglasses that suit me.
This is nice. I’m glad we’ve finally got the option of sitting outside our house. I’m moving out in pretty much exactly two weeks, and I’d be pretty sad if we’d never done this before I’d gone. Oh, house. You are crooked and full of holes and my bed is broken and the pipes are noisy and the basement is damp and our oven is like, from the sixties or something, but you have served me well this past year.
We’ve moved out front in search of more sun, but number 13’s tree is blocking ALL the light. We have a little bit, but not much. Though I can see my laptop screen now. Ian bought crisps, and that’s good. We’re rocking the Scrubs soundtrack because we listened to too much Bonobo, and it’s good because there’s a lot of Colin Hay, but still not enough.
A girl just walked past wearing denim shorts OVER SKINNY JEANS. What the fuck’s up with that? People watching is fun. We’re sitting on the ‘front porch’, drinking and judging people. How deliciously white trash.
