Piggy in the middle.
I feel like piggy in the middle between my parents at the moment.
There was a party last night that they both happened to attend with their significant others, and today I’m getting the stories about who did or said what to piss the other one off. I DON’T CARE. You hurt each other, and you’ll have to deal with THAT on your own. I should add that they were together for 25 years, high school sweethearts, the whole shabang and it has only been 7 months since their split.
WHICH almost killed me but I won’t go there again.
I’m getting ready to meet Vicky for lunch in The Solid. I’m feeling much better now, no more aching limbs. Stayed in last night with cups of tea, movies on demand and my animal print blanky. It helped :] Ross is taking me out on a date soon. He’s been one of my best friends since school, so not THAT sort of date, but I bet it will be the best date I’ll ever have.
Have a nice Sunday, fuckers.
