Saturday, I stayed home all day and watched some films, and Laura came over briefly on Saturday night; she left at about 10.30 so she could get to bed early and be up in time to go airsofting this morning. However, that fell through, so I met her for coffee and to 'help her' walk her dog this afternoon. I'm not good with dogs, but I took it for a stroll, anyway (or rather, it took me). Deceptively strong animal, for being small and relatively thin. She's a barrel of laughs, though.
Tomorrow, I'm going shopping -- fuck it. I need to.
(Edit: forgot to say ... doesn't Laura's bag remind you of a Louis Vuitton? Not that I can think of any fashion heads who read this, except you, Paul, possibly. It just screams Vuitton. Except that in reality it was purchased from Paperchase for £25.)
A view from Balloch Park. (For those who live outside the area, obv.) The weather is, unsurprisingly, not fantastic, but I thought it was nice.
What we thought might be, at a glance, a magic mushroom, but obviously they do not look any different to regular mushrooms and this is quite clearly a toadstool. But hehe, it looks almost like a cartoon mushroom. Like something from Super Mario Bros.
Laura's dog, Maxie, in action.
Fucking hilarious. (Note the ciggy.)
Very attractive, indeed.
Me. Right now. With my lovely collection of Brandon/Killers cutouts behind me.