So everyone has gone to the bar to 'celebrate' him being on the earth for 19 years. (I'm not sure celebrate is the right word actually lol) Oooo I'm feeling a bit bitchy today.

Anyway, I don't feel well, so I came backand now I wish I had stayed because I'm lonely and bored. I know I would feel bad if no-one came out for my birthday (actually, hardly anyone did, everyone was 'ill' or gone home for the weekend)

Dave just came back. He gave me a big kiss and said he loved me (made me feel better :) and that the guy from the flat whose birthday it is is completely hammered, which is good, I guess, although he tend to throw up when he is hammered. And shout a lot. In fact, maybe it's not so good...

My Dad emailed me again. He is refusing to give me any money until I promise to take my shoes off in the house when I go 'home' for Easter. He is so ridiculous, like a little child. I'm not being blackmailed (inevitably, I will give in and he will have won)

It makes me feel so sad that my Dad doesn't want to talk to me unless it's about shoes, I don't even know if I want to go home at Easter.

Oh well, I have to go and find some cake. You know those days when nothing but cake will make you feel good about yourself? This is one of those days.