thug it out till we get right
looking back at some stuff and i find it totally unreasonable
something about me:

i'm not one who can hang around and do nothing and think it as fun. i'll get bored.

given a ball, i can entertain myself hours on the end. other's will think it boring.

what's wrong with that?

maybe what's wrong is me for finding shopping so incredibly dull.

despite how others can engross themselves in things that they don't quite need, and didn't want, till 3 minutes ago.

that's what's wrong.

it was really hot this morning, and i ran my socks off during the game (we beat the league runner-up 3-1, so that's really pleasing), and so i wasn't really talking as i was in a friend's car travelling home.

so i was just listening to the guys talk, and it was really interesting, the way they marry football with their family lives, and not being on the receiving end of THE WIFE's fury due to their footballing habits.

and i was deep in my own thoughts.