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But you know that some things are best left never said
08:54pm, Friday 6 Feb 2004
Song of the Day: Transvision Vamp - Baby I don't care
So its been nearly a week since I moved.
The house is good, Foxtons officially suck and have no bloody idea.. but other than that, its a nice place to live.
I miss my old housemates though. Michael, Howard and I made an excellent team.. and for the first 2 days in the new place it was really sad. The new house is quiet (cos Alex and Toby seem never to be home!) which I like on one level (and hey, its Sam-less so thats gotta be a good thing) but on another, I miss those guys like crazy. After the second day of feeling like I'd lost my best mates, I considered ways of moving back. Mad, I know.. but I was feeling a bit down. But, as they say, there ain't no going back. H & M will always be mates, but its never going to be the same, and thats a bit hard to swallow.
A week ago I did something a bit stupid and went out for drinks with some friends. Not bad in itself, but I did get a bit blotto and say/do some stuff I probably shouldn't have. Although I don't regret being honest and letting my feelings come out, the resulting embarassment means I can't stop mentally kicking myself for being such a slaphead. I worry that I'll never have the same friendship that I had before I did that stuff.. and since I seem to be hemorraging friends lately this is not a good sign. The obvious solution is to post the problem on the Internet for the world to see.. har har har. (Incidentally, Group Hug is a site I've visited in the past that helped.. if only for the entertainment value!
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