Dogs

I'm moving out!

I got on the wrong tube the other day. I've been riding the tube on my own for about 20 years and I know the system and all its little intricacies like the back of my hand. Getting lost or making mistakes just doesn't happen and because it has now I'm worried.

Ah, to be sure. I remember what that's like, vaguely.

I saw Slumdog Millionaire on Sunday, I was very impressed the music was stunning and for what was technically a love story there was no slushiness I thought all the actors who played the two brothers growing up were really good and Danny Boyle kept it going at a nice pace and kept it edgy. There were also a lot of laughs and a great Bollywood dance scene during the credits which was quite fun.

We went to Pizza Hut afterwards where we were served by a rather nervous girl who was being moaned at by a colleague/boss and with her apologies we were typically British and told her no bother and she seemed more at ease. It was a pleasure to be served by her with refreshing honesty and a genuine smile you can forgive the inexperience. When we got the bill she gave us half off saying he does it so why shouldn't she which was really cool so we gave her a decent tip and made sure she kept it for herself. At least that's how I remember it, I was a bit pissed.

I went to a friends afterwards for a drink and a chat but can't remember what happened off the top of my head.

Yesterday started out good, met a friend for breakfast and went to do various moving out type things and decided to go to the Dogs Home at Battersea to "browse" had a lot of fun looking at all the dogs and some cats, was quite shocked at the amount of staffs on their books as it were. There were some really beautiful dogs there and I felt myself warming to the thought of a pet and left after grabbing some literature and an application form.

As it turns out we're not allowed to keep a pet but it wasn't a waste, I learnt a lot while at the dogs home and was glad some good came of it. We found this out at the estate agents where we handed in our applications and then we went for some chips and called it a night.

I got home and felt really upset and I thought it was because of my friend but after analysing it I was wrong and was just misplacing my feelings. I still don't know why but at least I know it's not her.

I discovered something about myself the other night about why I sometimes go to far. I reckon it's because I want you to hate me as much as i hate myself. My friends will all deny this but I know I'm right, I know I don't see myself the way everyone else does but the same goes for most people they probably don't realise it or it's the reverse of how i feel (they think everybody loves them but everybody thinks they're a twat) I'm never rock solid in my opinions and am open to other views but it will be hard for someone to sway me from this.