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whathoI didn't get Tories for my birthday. I got a confusion instead. It's better than Tories on the whole. Currently the news is looking grimmer than it was this morning. That said, I've a feeling that the next government, whoever it is, will prove sufficiently unpopular to be overturned in the election that seems fairly likely to happen come November, so maybe it'd be better for Labour in the long run if it sits this one out while the nation has a refresher course in how bloody hideous the Tories are. That's my attempt at optimism. Then again, I don't want to think about the amount of damage the Tories could do even in six months. I don't want to buy a hospital. And it'd be lovely to be governed by a Coalition of Losers, as the BBC's insisting on calling the LibLabSnpPlaidGreen party. If it gets in I trust it'll change its name to the Coalition of Losers. I'd vote for that.
I also got waterproof trousers for my birthday, and shampoo and bath foam, and an outing, and a Shah Rukh Khan action figure with two removable outfits and very grippy hands but nothing to hold on to. And a great deal of cake. A friend of my brother's whom I've never even met got me a chocolate cake from Waitrose. I'd never eaten anything from Waitrose before. It was slightly dry. I thought rich person cake would be moister. But still. I don't like being thirty. I'm taking it worse than I thought I would, which is impressive because I thought I'd take it terribly. I can, however, feel an underlying sense of resentful resignation that I reckon I can live with. I still can't entirely believe that I'm never going to experience the whole leaving home landmark on account of how home left me, but on the plus side I feel it puts me in a sort of not-being-properly-grown-up limbo, and I quite enjoy limbos.
(Worf's ruining a utopia, but his hair is very pretty, so mostly that's okay. Star Trek can't see a utopia without wanting to smash it. It's what Star Trek does.)
Also it's very nice having my parents home. It takes no time to get used to their presence and two months to get used to their absence. It's kind of a shame, but at least there are telephones, which is a thing I never thought I'd say.
I also got waterproof trousers for my birthday, and shampoo and bath foam, and an outing, and a Shah Rukh Khan action figure with two removable outfits and very grippy hands but nothing to hold on to. And a great deal of cake. A friend of my brother's whom I've never even met got me a chocolate cake from Waitrose. I'd never eaten anything from Waitrose before. It was slightly dry. I thought rich person cake would be moister. But still. I don't like being thirty. I'm taking it worse than I thought I would, which is impressive because I thought I'd take it terribly. I can, however, feel an underlying sense of resentful resignation that I reckon I can live with. I still can't entirely believe that I'm never going to experience the whole leaving home landmark on account of how home left me, but on the plus side I feel it puts me in a sort of not-being-properly-grown-up limbo, and I quite enjoy limbos.
(Worf's ruining a utopia, but his hair is very pretty, so mostly that's okay. Star Trek can't see a utopia without wanting to smash it. It's what Star Trek does.)
Also it's very nice having my parents home. It takes no time to get used to their presence and two months to get used to their absence. It's kind of a shame, but at least there are telephones, which is a thing I never thought I'd say.
