millions of peaches, peaches for me...

it's no secret how much i hate october (aka 'the month that killed my parents').

but just in case you weren't aware, it is my personal belief that october sucks scabby cocks in hell and we'd all be better off if september became november and then, HEY PRESTO, its chrismakuh again!

my profuse apologies to all born in october - in particular to my good friends of the libra and scorpio kind - but i just can't help the way i feel. it's not you, its october.

but despite the fact that i usually spend this entire god-awful, parent-murdering month in a constant state of black, i found several things to smile about over the past weekend.

i also cried the fuck out of saturday (aka 'the day that killed my mother'), but that's to be expected only one year on. or two or three or twenty i predict.

but lets concentrate on the happies today. they were due to the following occurences:


- i moved into my beautiful, newly renovated apartment;

- i slept in my own bed for the first time in a year;

- i was finally reunited with that birthday card;

- i ate too much cheese and drank golden pash cocktails with wonderful friends;

- i ate duck pancakes and got high on bad coffee with this fine sheila;

- i somehow ended up backstage at a 'presidents of the usa' concert;

- i laughed my arse off whilst backstage at a 'presidents of the usa' concert;

- i saw four penises and one set of boobs whilst backstage at a 'presidents of the usa' concert;

- i asked my companions if i was dreaming or if i really was backstage at a 'presidents of the usa' concert because how the fuck are they still touring despite being the worst band ever other than perhaps 'eskimo joe' and who the bejeesus would pay to go to a 'presidents of the usa' concert anyway?

- my companions answered my question in unison, with one simple word: "christians". and looking at the crowd, i knew they were so very, very right. not that there's anything wrong with that. except for...oh wait, i'm concentrating on the happies today. as you were.


and by sunday night i was so exhausted from all the moving and crying and laughing and perving that i made it almost all the way home before realising i no longer lived there and had to turn around and go back the other way.

thank fuck november is almost here. i can't wait be a (quasi-)normal person again.

exeunt.