hmmm
a wise woman once said 'thou shalt not get shitfaced then leave your ex voicemail'... i wonder why. see..if there'd been an actual conversation, i might have some recollection of it. as ther was NO conversation, i haven't got a goddamn clue what i said.
i'm thinking it went something like "heyyy bayyybe iss me heerr daaaarlin.and i jush wannid tsay mishyou and i'm quidrunk but isss sokaaay.and i loveyoou loadsss mmmmkay? kay darrrrlin buhbyyyyyye"
telephones are a pretty crap invention.. VOICEMAIL takes the biscuit. no. the whole packet. and the crumbs you have to lick your finger to make them stick to it.. you know you do that, dont deny
I went to a hardcore show last night. i was almost quite literally the only girl..can ya FEEL the testosterone? they were only local-type bands..or one was from the UK but as i can't remember their name it doesnt matter too much.. the friend i was with kept saying "is this scaring you?" "are you ok?" of course i'm ok. I'm a girl, not an o.a.p. with a dicky heart and my hearing aid turned right up.. the fantastic Gene Hogland (or whatever his name is), drummer of Strapping Young Lad didn't scare me, although I did rethink pinching his ass. He woulda eated me right up,infront of a whole room fulla people..
i think i'm gonna move back to the UK, and to brighton. it's not right for me here, i can feel it in my....pants. not in any way disparaging to Galway, its lovely, but just not for me. Plus, ain't gonna find myself no rockabilly boy here. AND i can't ship my double bass over without muchos effort..and i miss her. (and i miss my little bro...i dont want him to grow up without his big sis who gets him outta scrapes)
can you believe i gave someone my last packet of Oreos last night? HOW DRUNK WAS I???!!!
i seriously regretted that this morning.. those were gonna be breakfast.
grrrrr
ok cats n kittens,
that's me, outta here
love n stuff
x fin x
a wise woman once said 'thou shalt not get shitfaced then leave your ex voicemail'... i wonder why. see..if there'd been an actual conversation, i might have some recollection of it. as ther was NO conversation, i haven't got a goddamn clue what i said.
i'm thinking it went something like "heyyy bayyybe iss me heerr daaaarlin.and i jush wannid tsay mishyou and i'm quidrunk but isss sokaaay.and i loveyoou loadsss mmmmkay? kay darrrrlin buhbyyyyyye"
telephones are a pretty crap invention.. VOICEMAIL takes the biscuit. no. the whole packet. and the crumbs you have to lick your finger to make them stick to it.. you know you do that, dont deny
I went to a hardcore show last night. i was almost quite literally the only girl..can ya FEEL the testosterone? they were only local-type bands..or one was from the UK but as i can't remember their name it doesnt matter too much.. the friend i was with kept saying "is this scaring you?" "are you ok?" of course i'm ok. I'm a girl, not an o.a.p. with a dicky heart and my hearing aid turned right up.. the fantastic Gene Hogland (or whatever his name is), drummer of Strapping Young Lad didn't scare me, although I did rethink pinching his ass. He woulda eated me right up,infront of a whole room fulla people..
i think i'm gonna move back to the UK, and to brighton. it's not right for me here, i can feel it in my....pants. not in any way disparaging to Galway, its lovely, but just not for me. Plus, ain't gonna find myself no rockabilly boy here. AND i can't ship my double bass over without muchos effort..and i miss her. (and i miss my little bro...i dont want him to grow up without his big sis who gets him outta scrapes)
can you believe i gave someone my last packet of Oreos last night? HOW DRUNK WAS I???!!!
i seriously regretted that this morning.. those were gonna be breakfast.
grrrrr
ok cats n kittens,
that's me, outta here
love n stuff
x fin x
WE SHOULD HAVE OUR HANDS CUT OFF.
Give Galway a decent stab though. And if ever you decide to venture down to Cork, come hang out with me.