I hate valentines day, all its purpose is forcing romance on couples so they spend indecent amounts of money on worthless **** you aren't going to use. Romance shouldn't be forced either, Valentines forces romance.

Okay well.
I don't know what you're trying to say.
But there was no spending of money at all.
Good try though.
I guess.

Today has been surprisingly good. Woke up without a hangover (which is good considering I helped myself to an entire bottle of wine last night), went to a cafe to do some writing but instead got into a 3 hour conversation with a stranger on a wide array of topics, did some cleaning and then went downtown and took lots of pictures. The only thing I'm not looking forward to is the massive amount of homework that I neglected this weekend :/

Still no parcel Pete?

^ What I actually meant to say.

It's great when you don't have to worry about that.

Still no parcel I'm afraid :(

Today, I was at work sipping my coffee, chatting with my co-worker at her desk, when she said something funny and I laughed while coffee was in my mouth, spitting coffee all over her desk. Not like a rain of coffee, more like a fine coffee mist. Nonetheless, I was mortified and ran to the kitchen to get paper towels. She was cool about it, but good lord I couldn't look at her for about 4 hours after that.

Really it's her fault for being so damn crazy funny.

Hahah! I've done that before in my work, except it was with Irn Bru, it created this beautiful orange mist that covered the lovely yellow lifeguard tshirt. :D

Went into City Centre Manchester. Sorting Business at the Bank.
Looked at some shoes in a shop.

Saw a great Street Performance artist who sat brilliantly on a imaginary chair that wasn't there.
I decided to throw some money in the bucket simply to evoke a reaction.
It did.
He swivelled put his thumb up and miraculously remained seated.

The Metro crashed so had to get tram from Gmex instead of Mosely Street.
This involved a cold walk across town. Rain threatened and the Chill went to my bones.

Cut through China town to avoid the hoards en-Route to Gmex.
Picked up some noodles to have as snack once I reached home.

Eventually got to station along with 200 people I crammed into a small vehicle
whilst the disgusting man behind pressed his fat stomach into my back.
He appeared unaware of his belly as he attempted to read his Broadsheet.
What a Knobhead.
If I ever get that fat I refuse to push my extra weight on an innocent fellow traveller.

It would have been no problem for me if He was a She as I love women.
All women. Slim, Fat, Pearshaped, Young, old, Black, White, Brown, any colour.

Got home had my noodles and some hot Twinning's tea.
Had a smoke and began tidying my clothes in my room before getting distracted and typing this...

I think I'd rather have a spray of coffee rather than something coming out of the nose o.o Yes, both instances have happened to me. I've also had an occurrence where I spit and some went out of my nose at once -.-

Hooray snow u.u