Hey honey, I'm home... again.

Yesterday was messed up. Was told Ike would die before I woke up this morning if I didn't kill myself last night. I was scared and told my grandmother and I ended up with a choice of going in to hospital voluntarily or being sectioned. Obviously I chose the first option. I was so scared and kept phoning my grandmother to see if Ike was still alive. As much as I hate hospital, I'm actually glad I told my grandmother and ended up there last night instead of acting on anything. I've realised that they are lying bastards and I will doubt their threats more now. Spoke to the psychiarist today and I managed to persuade him to let me go home... so I'm now home again.
Hospital wasn't as bad as it was last week. I discovered a garden and a toilet closer to the sleeping place. So I spent most of today alone in the gardeny place drawing pictures and smoking. It was actually quite pleasent to be honest! Oh, and I had a better bed than before.Hospital still sucked anus though and I'm glad to be out!
Gonna get pizza from dominoes in a bit... and I don't feel guilty spending so much money on it because I'm not spending money on booze at the moment!
Bye.

#omgiforgottorightaboutthis5minsago:

Last night was traumatic. Firstly, there was a pair of knickers on the radiator. Secondly, some (rather unattractive) woman got changed right in front of me. Thirdly, the same person fell asleep with her minge hanging out. She was lying on top of the blankets and her nightie had gone up and she wasn't wearing underwear. The bush was epic. It was mingin'. You'd think someone wearing a nightie in a hospital (or any place with other people) would wear some knickers! Or at least close the curtains around their bed! *shudders*

Helena, gardens and masturbation.

I've just been to see Alice In Wonderland. It was great... apart from the fact that HELENA BONHAM CARTER WAS NOT HOT! It was the first time I've watched a film with her in it and not been drooling all the way through. I fucking loved that film (despite the lack of hot Helena).

I think I'm moving house on Monday. Might not be Monday though, but I think it is. I can't wait to have a garden... but the house is tiny and a bit of a shithole... but still... IT HAS A GARDEN! I've never had a garden in my life apart from when I lived with my mum for a while.

I took Morrissey to the vets earlier. He needed his teeth clipping because they were getting super-long. The vet said 'that should help with his mastication'. It made me burst out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter (because it sounded like masturbation for the benefit of anyone who's not dirty minded enough to realise that). The vet gave me a really weird look. He didn't seem to understand why I was laughing. The other vetty person in the room was biting her lip as though she was trying to stop herself laughing. She obviously understood why it was amusing. It was the funniest thing that had happened for a while. Every time I think about it I start giggling again. XD

But yes, byebye! =]