"She threw you out? Threw you out? Wow. Well, that beats my news..."
So, temporarily, Sophie is homeless (though actually living in town with one of her best friends, so worrying isn't necessary) following a book-throwing, insult-slinging, door-slamming fight with her mother. Over revision. Revision. Honestly, there's drama, and then in an entirely new-born, Oscar-worthy category there is Sophie.
And my money? Well, it's on the pair of them to make it up before next week's out.
Anyway. This week is nearly over, thank God. It has put me in a curiously angry mood: I have calculated - so it is practically a scientific experiment - that something pisses me off at least, ooh, every ninety seconds. Never mind, I'm sure I'll get a book out of my excessive inner rage, one day.
Something that hasn't pissed me off - in fact, it's done rather the opposite - is perusing Facebook for photos of my friends and I in either costume, or increasingly humourous positions. My favourites, at the moment, are thus:
In which I make a rather "saucy" (I quote from Kat) pirate and Yasmin a sensational showgirl, and:
...Simon and I striking a pose. That is undoubtedly a face that he practices daily.
Ahhh, the anger has diminished. Lovely.
So, the moment of the week thus far: A car journey, with my brother and friends, and Interpol playing extremely loudly. At the traffic lights, and during Stella ("Robyn, I fookin' love it!) the following scene ensued:
(Window open. With one young man's head sticking out, much like a dog) "Stel-la! Stellah-ha! Oh Stella! Stella, I love you, Stella, I love you, STELLA, I LOOO-VVEEE YOUUUU!"
Yeah, that was fun.
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