22.5

Ok so I went for dinner with my mums new friends yesterday.
2 couples 5 kids.
Can I just say I'm not exactly friendly cause when I saw them I made a fake little wave and turned a blind eye to them.
I think there's something seriously wrong with me.
Or maybe it's just that I'm not used to my mum making new friends. It's feels so weird like urhhh.
Or maybe it's just me.
I don't like meeting new people. People are impossible to decipher.
Well of course unless I have a good feeling about the first impressions.
But it turns out I've been wrong on too many occasions.
It takes a little too long to get to know the person behind their masks.
Sometimes you never do. It's damn tiring.
Can't blame me I'm one hell of a cynic.
Lol I'm so full of shit.
Ok so moving on with the rants.

So a pathetically awkard dinner (for me at least) at a crabhouse.
Consider dinner with 7 complete strangers.
Not my kind of thing.
It was followed by a great chillout session at my place which I'd rather call a SCREW-UP-MY-PLACE-LIL-KIDDIES session.
It's not that I don't like kids. I adore them. They're pure and innocent unlike ourselves.
But give them a couple slices of cake.
Shoving it down their throats, crumbs flying everywhere. Slimy fingers running through the carpets and furniture.
Jumping on your sofa. Tumbling across your bed.
I'd like to think its just my automysophobic self.
But I mean don't you guys all hate your place messed up?!
Arghhh I'm such an anal bitch.
Thanks to them I've got cake on my sofa.
I don't like sitting on cake and then lying on my bed therefore getting cake on my bed!!!
Nevermind.
I can always bathe and retreat to the cake-grime free comfort of my room (: