So Xita, when you talk about being "rear ended" I'm guessing this isn't an allusion to the naughty lesbian sex fun you may or may not have had at the weekend, eh?
Happy Birthday Kalita. I hardly ever say happy birthdays, I know. But I'm a bitchy sort. Nuff said.
So, yesterday it was sunny and myself and a friend sat in the back garden drinking a few glasses of wine and watching a bit o' Buffy on the laptop. There were two of us. Please bear this in mind. Just two.
Next thing I know, the phone is ringing and it's one of my neighbours, telling me that she's sure my parents will be impressed when they find out I've been having drunken parties in the back garden.
I'm thirty.
And if she thinks [b:e0994d0212] that[/b:e0994d0212] was drunken...then please. She needs to visit the heydays of chat when singing was a must. Sigh.
Anyway, after worrying and stressing and being made to feel like I was fifteen again (bleh), I visited one of my other neighbours to ask if I was making too much noise. Which you know, we weren't. She told me that these people are miserable gits and they need to get a life. And then she told me to get myself back into the garden and drink some more.
However, I was put off by the fact that, even at thirty, when you live with your parents you're always someone else's child. Heh. Odd, that.