funny how as you get older your priorities change. due to illness ive missed out on many a “amazing night out” in exchange for pepermint tea and the sofa. even on my 30th, when i wanted to have a wild one, i bailed home by 1am.

1am!!

that would have been unheard of a couple of years ago.

musically, for years i defined myself as a clubber. my friends are still clubbers and when i miss yet another night out, the texts i get now are all “where were you?!” not “woooh what a night, roll on friday”

times change tho. and it seems i have too.

what i cant seem to work with is the fact that the people around me havent changed. its not that im feeling like im missing out. no, thats not the problem. its more a case of relating.

can my friendships survive a paradigm shift in my interest?

mwah

Kx

P.s, i finally get naked butlers on saturday. not officially for me, but im dead excited they’ll be at the party im going to. i guess they are more appropriate at a 21st rather than a 30th!!