I hate waking up and not quite knowing what happened last night. This is happening to me now.
I've just woken up still semi dressed from last night with a foreboding feeling that i may have done/said something stupid last night.
I have the words 'Mike has man boobs' written in eyeliner across my chest, 'Mike is gay' & 'Donna is my bitch' written on my arm. I just don't remember. I think there was an exchange between me and my on/off bf that made me decide to leave but I have no idea what was said. I obviously didn't actually say bye to anyone as I have messages on my phone asking where i disappeared to. The only thing i do remember is dancing to the Time Warp and drinking JD.
No doubt it'll all come back to me in flashbacks today.
Faint memory of repeatedly licking a friends face as he was wearing fake blood made from sugar and water - he tasted like candyfloss!
The next bunch of half cut kids that come to the door and yell 'trick or treat' then ask for money will be fed to my dog
OK so still unsure about last night. The on/off bf says he doesn't remember but he's lying. He sucks at lying. I think it's pretty safe to say that I've had enough of his shit. Now there's an argument I can really be arsed with not having.
Shit day. Won't bore you with the depressing details. Am hoping (fingers crossed) that my tattoist is working tomorrow so that I can FINALLY get my tattoo sorted. If not I'll scream. Or merely go get something pierced instead.
Top 5 Annoying things from the weekend
(1) My sister (who house sat for me while I was away in blighty) has lost the TV remote. You never truly understand how annoying this is until it happens to you.
(2) Getting drunk and falling over yesterday. Ouch - sore knee. I am fully aware that I tend to get injured whenever I go out in a skirt. I have now figured out why with the help of mathematical probability;
Skirt + Boots = Legs
Legs + Boys = Drinks
Me buying drinks + boys buying me drinks = drunk + fall over
(3) The 3 hour train journey home on Saturday taking 5 hours.
(4) For the last half hour of the above mentioned train journey had the pleasure of sitting in front of someone playing their iPod too loud. Can't complain as such as it's something that I know i'm guilty of. So what is the problem you may ask? The music is the answer. It's bad enough when you can just about hear the music and it's shockingly bad. But this was worse ..... the guy sitting behind me had 'Blame it on the weatherman' by B*witched (remember that bunch of Irish tossers) on REPEAT PLAY. FOR THIRTY MINUTES. I could have fucking throttled him.
(5) Kids. End of. Who decided to let them have half terms anyway?
Alan Partridge words of wisdom;
'Monkey tennis .... youth hostelling with Chris Eubank .... knowing M.E. knowing you .... a partridge amongst the pigeons'
I've just woken up still semi dressed from last night with a foreboding feeling that i may have done/said something stupid last night.
I have the words 'Mike has man boobs' written in eyeliner across my chest, 'Mike is gay' & 'Donna is my bitch' written on my arm. I just don't remember. I think there was an exchange between me and my on/off bf that made me decide to leave but I have no idea what was said. I obviously didn't actually say bye to anyone as I have messages on my phone asking where i disappeared to. The only thing i do remember is dancing to the Time Warp and drinking JD.
No doubt it'll all come back to me in flashbacks today.
Faint memory of repeatedly licking a friends face as he was wearing fake blood made from sugar and water - he tasted like candyfloss!
The next bunch of half cut kids that come to the door and yell 'trick or treat' then ask for money will be fed to my dog
OK so still unsure about last night. The on/off bf says he doesn't remember but he's lying. He sucks at lying. I think it's pretty safe to say that I've had enough of his shit. Now there's an argument I can really be arsed with not having.
Shit day. Won't bore you with the depressing details. Am hoping (fingers crossed) that my tattoist is working tomorrow so that I can FINALLY get my tattoo sorted. If not I'll scream. Or merely go get something pierced instead.
Top 5 Annoying things from the weekend
(1) My sister (who house sat for me while I was away in blighty) has lost the TV remote. You never truly understand how annoying this is until it happens to you.
(2) Getting drunk and falling over yesterday. Ouch - sore knee. I am fully aware that I tend to get injured whenever I go out in a skirt. I have now figured out why with the help of mathematical probability;
Skirt + Boots = Legs
Legs + Boys = Drinks
Me buying drinks + boys buying me drinks = drunk + fall over
(3) The 3 hour train journey home on Saturday taking 5 hours.
(4) For the last half hour of the above mentioned train journey had the pleasure of sitting in front of someone playing their iPod too loud. Can't complain as such as it's something that I know i'm guilty of. So what is the problem you may ask? The music is the answer. It's bad enough when you can just about hear the music and it's shockingly bad. But this was worse ..... the guy sitting behind me had 'Blame it on the weatherman' by B*witched (remember that bunch of Irish tossers) on REPEAT PLAY. FOR THIRTY MINUTES. I could have fucking throttled him.
(5) Kids. End of. Who decided to let them have half terms anyway?
Alan Partridge words of wisdom;
'Monkey tennis .... youth hostelling with Chris Eubank .... knowing M.E. knowing you .... a partridge amongst the pigeons'
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I made a rather drawn out reference to him in my journal entry-facty thingy. I'm sure you'll be able to spot it instantly.