Graffiti, pt 2

You know the graffiti I was talking about earlier? It seems to all have been cleaned up. It's not there any more. Pity, I kind of liked it. I think it's nice that whoever's writing it it trying to tell somebody to try to believe. I hope that whoever they were trying to tell got the message, if there was someone in particular.

Our friend Stella is moving down to Wellington. She's been changing a lot lately. Letting her hair grow out, warming up to people, now she's moving again. Pity, she only moved back up here in February but I guess she wasn't happy here. I've told her to keep in touch. She left earlier this week, so we went over to her flat to give her a proper sendoff, with lots of hugs and crying and sentimental shit. She's grown up a lot over the past couple of months and I feel like a parent sending their kid off on their first day of school.

On a lighter note, we made cupcakes today. Chester fell asleep on the couch so I drew on his face with writing icing. x3