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The Colourful Box, Churchill Way
Cardiff, UK
The most pointless day of the week. Today. Today should be rewound to a sunny day. Rain poured and poured like papa's worries about his stubborn daughters' would if it found the right vent. Or leak. Stupid rain. Stupid stupid rain. Got up late. Walked to swimming pool in the rainy delights of doom. Realised upon reaching, there is no fucking lane free. Because the fucking kids have taken over the space for their fucking activities. I fucked them off in my head. Walked the delightfully dreary walk back home. Ate ALL of the tori chahan in ONE go! Naughty. Surfed the stuttering internet till it was time for the shift. My shoes and the lower half of th emy trousers were completely soaked by the time I reached the restaurant. Shoes squelched on the floor. Eeek. Restaurant was busy. The whole world seemed to want to come to us after the big rugby match. Bahah. Got two strangers to sit together (adjacent to each other). Girl and boy. Of similar looking age and same regions of parentage. Unintentional move. Boy and girl started talking. Waitresses started nudging and grinning. Boy and girl continued to talk while eating. THAT is awesome. NOBODY talks while they eat OUR food. I LOVE my restaurant food. (red ink) Boy and girl exchange numbers and each other on Face-fucking-book before leaving. Yay! Waitresses to hi-five in their heads. Such moves are considered inappropriate in such waitressy settings. It contiued to stay busy till 10:30pm. It continued to rain till the very end of the shift. I dreaded the walk back home. I wanted to go home in a bubble. Float inside it, warm and dry, while it was pitter-patter all around me. How wonderful-a-feeling! Instead, I reached home completely drenched and cold, embracing pnemonia with open arms. Ski-socks and Spaced and awesome flatmate and flatmate's friends and a few drags of tweeds - it was all ok. Flatmate's awesome friend cracked a supremely funny joke proving that the British have the BEST sense of humor. They were funny because they had to be funny. No other choice? How else do you survive day-after-day of this dull grey weather! Rhod Gilbert, a Welsh comedian cracked the best joke about rain I have heard in my whole life and flatmate's awesome friend did a great impersonation of it. As a child, I had never heard of summer in Wales. I was eight years old when I first took off my raincoat. I thought it was a part of my skin!
Goodnight.
The Colourful Box, Churchill Way
Cardiff, UK
The most pointless day of the week. Today. Today should be rewound to a sunny day. Rain poured and poured like papa's worries about his stubborn daughters' would if it found the right vent. Or leak. Stupid rain. Stupid stupid rain. Got up late. Walked to swimming pool in the rainy delights of doom. Realised upon reaching, there is no fucking lane free. Because the fucking kids have taken over the space for their fucking activities. I fucked them off in my head. Walked the delightfully dreary walk back home. Ate ALL of the tori chahan in ONE go! Naughty. Surfed the stuttering internet till it was time for the shift. My shoes and the lower half of th emy trousers were completely soaked by the time I reached the restaurant. Shoes squelched on the floor. Eeek. Restaurant was busy. The whole world seemed to want to come to us after the big rugby match. Bahah. Got two strangers to sit together (adjacent to each other). Girl and boy. Of similar looking age and same regions of parentage. Unintentional move. Boy and girl started talking. Waitresses started nudging and grinning. Boy and girl continued to talk while eating. THAT is awesome. NOBODY talks while they eat OUR food. I LOVE my restaurant food. (red ink) Boy and girl exchange numbers and each other on Face-fucking-book before leaving. Yay! Waitresses to hi-five in their heads. Such moves are considered inappropriate in such waitressy settings. It contiued to stay busy till 10:30pm. It continued to rain till the very end of the shift. I dreaded the walk back home. I wanted to go home in a bubble. Float inside it, warm and dry, while it was pitter-patter all around me. How wonderful-a-feeling! Instead, I reached home completely drenched and cold, embracing pnemonia with open arms. Ski-socks and Spaced and awesome flatmate and flatmate's friends and a few drags of tweeds - it was all ok. Flatmate's awesome friend cracked a supremely funny joke proving that the British have the BEST sense of humor. They were funny because they had to be funny. No other choice? How else do you survive day-after-day of this dull grey weather! Rhod Gilbert, a Welsh comedian cracked the best joke about rain I have heard in my whole life and flatmate's awesome friend did a great impersonation of it. As a child, I had never heard of summer in Wales. I was eight years old when I first took off my raincoat. I thought it was a part of my skin!
Goodnight.
