Faith moans about her friends.

I haven't posted in 4329760 years, so I feel I ought to pay the few of you (who may be worried for my descent into technology-related madness or fatal ketamine overdose) some respect into my currently socially crowded (this sounds like I'm joking but I'm really not...I know you must all be shocked. Give yourselves a moment of recovery) diary. I've basically been injuring myself, both voluntarily and unwittingly, getting caught up in shit and playing guitar.
Primarily, I've been chill'en at the pub with various boys with stupid hair (facial/head). We wandered sort of over to Bournemouth hospital and played abhorrent amounts of Tallest Man on Earth covers on primetime 'Hospital Radio Bedside'. We then got up at some God foresaken hour of the midday and went to his house, watched 13 Assassins while complaining about the lack of samurai-style sword-sculduggery and furnished his room/cupboard-under-the-stairs. Oh, I also got this:

A neck piercing. Like the badass rebel I am.

As a sidenote, though, I've been incredibly happy recently. I suddenly have some friends - a contrast to those I had before, i.e famous people that I imagine to enact scenes with when there's no one else home. Namely, Spicepuss. She's the most beautiful, wonderful, sweet, intelligent little thing I've ever had the fortune to find, and I know she'll call me a lesbian for declaring that to all the blogger world but I care not. She's going to leave me at the end of the summer to find something bigger and better and more fantastic than anything any of us here in the chilly South of England could ever hope to discover, and I am so very proud of her because she deserves every plee-eh and fondu in the world. I'm going to miss her so much that I doubt she could really understand, and as she and Alex are...like...my only friends, this is a huge blow to my minimal buddy-base.
I actually love you, Rika. I'm going to miss you with every fibre of my being and I can't believe we weren't friends before now. Suddenly I'm faced with unbearable lonely lunchtimes and total absence of any real CCC lingo. I know that you're going to do so well, and that everyone in New York/Pah-ree will see everything that we see and give you all the attention you deserve. Please don't forget about me.