Tense Around Apples

Yesterday my sister rang me at midnight because she was alone in the house and a bit scared. We chatted for about forty minutes. During that time, my very drunk cousin rang her.

I rang him back after we finished chatting, but got nothing.

I went to sleep then.

At half one he rang me back, telling me he loved me, and that I was his favouritest cousin. Very drunk.

Lovely though.

[Error: unknown template qotd] The first photo I would have seen before a few days ago (if that makes sense) was one of me and my best friend at our leaving do. She gave it to me, framed, as a last gift before I went to uni. But she didn't talk to me, and I got sour, and now it's in my wardrobe out of site. Yeah, I know that's bad, but how am I meant to feel if she doesn't talk to me for 3 months, man?


The only other photo I've had in my room is one of my little sister when she was about three. She's sat at our dining table, crossing her eyes and with chocolate mousse all round her mouth. With fine blonde hair and a little cute mickey mouse top on, it's possibly the cutest picture I've ever seen :) *hugs her*