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Richard brought home takeaway from the restaurant in Chinatown that we used to go to all the time. Haven't been there much since I've been working in London Bridge, but we went there a few weeks ago and were reminded how damn good the food is. So I ate my Chinese takeaway, and it was so good it was threatening to make me angry.

Actually, I was already angry. I came home from visiting my mum to write 90% of a very long rant, before running out of steam. I'll post it in a bit, but it'll be locked to a specific friends group - please don't be offended if you can't read it, it's just about some quite personal stuff. Reading other people's journals made me feel better (I thought I was going to kill [livejournal.com profile] adjectivemarcus for this post, but then I realised it had cheered me up immensely), and then the food helped too, and now I'm just ill, stressed and tired, but fairly perky, rather than the insanely angry that I was when I got in 2 hours ago.

Blah. I hate certain selected parts of my life. I hate the illness and the birth family parts, and I love my friendships, relationships and chosen family. I expect most people's birth family drive them nuts at times, but mine really does win an award.

Date: 2003-02-27 04:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] elfgeek.livejournal.com
I sympathise about the parent bit. Talking to my mum on the phone always makes me unsettled at the least and extremely angry at the worst. I'm not going to start about my dad, his favourite line is to imply that so far in my life I've arrived at being a complete failure. Reminds me about something I once read about 'toxic friends'.

Date: 2003-02-28 03:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nmg.livejournal.com

Would this be the little place on Lisle Street that you and Richard took me to several years ago (after a namco-session, I believe)? I was exceedingly good...

Date: 2003-02-28 11:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] baratron.livejournal.com
Yep. Its name is Woo Sang, but we usually call it "The Pink Place", because its front is painted in quite a bright pink. It's almost directly opposite West Central, a gay pub with rainbow flags outside - this plus the pinkness helps people find it :)

I realised how long it had been since I'd been there when I discovered I'd never actually been there with Alexa...

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