the assembly rooms really is the truest place in glastonbury that captures the spirit of the place. it's beautiful.. small town, big people. getting into the right bodily mood for careless but true dancing is tricksy, more so when sober unfortunately. after a few weird moments involving a girl requesting alex's nipple in her mouth (!) and some faltering steps it was fine. actually it was more than fine, it was fucking brilliant. big fuckoff boots turned it into expression of an angry pixie, which suited more than anything. notable characters include swarms of shirtless untalented but energetic teenage boys, ben who was looking remarkably like a particularly attractive bear, and an over-exertive female, probably chemically pulsing (i say probably?) who was resorting to what i figured was probably her preferred art form.. incessant repetitive shrill whistling. i ripped my nails down boy's back when finding him in front of me and wishing to make my mark, which turned itself into another moment of disappointment towards him an the way he reacts to life. saying that, having little choice in displaying a fine array of bloodied welts across your beautiful, skeletal back can hardly be considered a part of life as a norm. whatever.
buses are getting tedious. if considered realistically, they were never not, but they are becoming more and more familiar to myself and i am becoming more and more irritateds by the other occupants of space. middle-aged men who think it's ok to be dully pedantic about the signs on the bus, women discussing knitting, children screaming, pathetic chirping music, crispin students loudly displaying to the world their stupidity and ignorance, strangers smelling.. where does it stop.
aggro with michaela lately. i think i'm trying to exercise my morals forcably on her regarding alex, she needs a kick in the head, then a hug. i saw her on the bus midway through our online shit, i think she then tried to make a pointed show of getting off it and as far away as possible, as soon as possible. it was laughable.
as for myself, much room for improvement.
this is enough
buses are getting tedious. if considered realistically, they were never not, but they are becoming more and more familiar to myself and i am becoming more and more irritateds by the other occupants of space. middle-aged men who think it's ok to be dully pedantic about the signs on the bus, women discussing knitting, children screaming, pathetic chirping music, crispin students loudly displaying to the world their stupidity and ignorance, strangers smelling.. where does it stop.
aggro with michaela lately. i think i'm trying to exercise my morals forcably on her regarding alex, she needs a kick in the head, then a hug. i saw her on the bus midway through our online shit, i think she then tried to make a pointed show of getting off it and as far away as possible, as soon as possible. it was laughable.
as for myself, much room for improvement.
this is enough
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