I’m joining the ship again tomorrow morning after two weeks leave. It was beautiful, it was.. To see everyone’s ugly faces and just to lie in my own bed and all that. Done a lot of touristy stuff which was great because Scotland is so lovely. Had a week with cuntybaws and it was a delight. I feel like a lot has happened but also like nothing has changed? I guess with going away and being totally out of my normal environment then coming back its easy to notice things. Good and bad. Maybe other people are changing or maybe I’m maturing and haven’t noticed that they were like that all along. Anyway it’s been great to see everyone and also to have girl talk, a break from constant MEN. Sometimes you just need girl time. One’s in particular.
So my last night home I’m going out to paint the gay town red (where does that term even come from?) I’m going out with my boy and a pal we used to go out with back in the days of 12 hour Tuesdays. She chundered pink whitey all over my new bag last time. Don’t think I haven’t forgotten Amy Jamie ya cunt