Well Monday Monday. Id like to begin by telling you all just how FIT I am today and how you should all wish you were as fit as me. Thats right, after a weekend where two nights were spent about as drunk as I have ever been, very little sleep, not anything remotely resembling healthy food, plus a best friend with the snottiest cold of all time who slept next to you, and a 6am rise to go the doctors in drizzly greyness because I am a fool.
I now have loads of spots, a nice snotty nose, lovely curly yet lank hair and Im rocking some lovely black eye-circles and my "I cant be bothered to look for something cool to wear" clothes.
But I have an amazing new hat! Check it out. India and Ciel have told me its pimp-tastic. Please ignore my disgusting greasy hair though
But it was a good weekend, despite feeling low for a bunch of irrelevant reasons. Friday we were in Henry J beans in Camden, which was cool, and nice and empty for our SGUK meet. I started drinking at lunch, had some after work and turned up drunk. But I was being a sad drunk at first, luckily my mood improved as my money disappeared! We went on to Sin City, which was fun, though I cant remember that clearly who was there or what I did. Hmmmm
Saturday, woke up feeling decidedly ropey, but the lovely pb made Ciel and I some toast and tea, what a man! I buggered off home for a change of clothes (I hadnt planned on staying out and Cherry already told me off for wearing my trousers tucked into my boots haha) and went back off to meet my friend Hannah for Ally Pally fireworks. Which we missed. Well we saw some sparks over the top of some buildings, but that was it. Oh well! We decided to drink some more, and head into town and resigned ourselves to something ghey like AfterSkool or Frog or something. Indie Schmindie! But on the bus we got a call from her boy and got invited to a party in a pub. It was a cool pub, with spiderwebs, strange screams and eerie sound effects in the toilets, which were hidden behind a fake bookcase! But I drank so much, and somehow smashed my half-full pint and got bought two moreoh dear. We had a weird journey home with a creepy skull mask, involving drunken gymnastics where I attempted to prove I used to be able to do a handstand to crab thing, and miraculously DIDNT sprain my back, though my legs and arms are still killing. I used all my powers to stay conscious and with my stomach lining inside me on the night bus, and succeeded, though it was touch and go for a while! We got back, woke up the house and I passed out onto a poor boy called Peter. I ate loads of pizza and garlic bread
And I got home and couldnt be bothered to do anything at all. I feel super sketchy, my flat is a tip and I now look as GOOD as I feel. Ie, AMAZING. Loads on this week including, seeing Mum, boxing, photoshootsa (finally) and mostly, being poor. And buying a book for my work portfolio so I can hopefully get a new job! Woop! Hope y'all is better than I feel!
Hooray for Cliffy!
I now have loads of spots, a nice snotty nose, lovely curly yet lank hair and Im rocking some lovely black eye-circles and my "I cant be bothered to look for something cool to wear" clothes.
But I have an amazing new hat! Check it out. India and Ciel have told me its pimp-tastic. Please ignore my disgusting greasy hair though
But it was a good weekend, despite feeling low for a bunch of irrelevant reasons. Friday we were in Henry J beans in Camden, which was cool, and nice and empty for our SGUK meet. I started drinking at lunch, had some after work and turned up drunk. But I was being a sad drunk at first, luckily my mood improved as my money disappeared! We went on to Sin City, which was fun, though I cant remember that clearly who was there or what I did. Hmmmm
Saturday, woke up feeling decidedly ropey, but the lovely pb made Ciel and I some toast and tea, what a man! I buggered off home for a change of clothes (I hadnt planned on staying out and Cherry already told me off for wearing my trousers tucked into my boots haha) and went back off to meet my friend Hannah for Ally Pally fireworks. Which we missed. Well we saw some sparks over the top of some buildings, but that was it. Oh well! We decided to drink some more, and head into town and resigned ourselves to something ghey like AfterSkool or Frog or something. Indie Schmindie! But on the bus we got a call from her boy and got invited to a party in a pub. It was a cool pub, with spiderwebs, strange screams and eerie sound effects in the toilets, which were hidden behind a fake bookcase! But I drank so much, and somehow smashed my half-full pint and got bought two moreoh dear. We had a weird journey home with a creepy skull mask, involving drunken gymnastics where I attempted to prove I used to be able to do a handstand to crab thing, and miraculously DIDNT sprain my back, though my legs and arms are still killing. I used all my powers to stay conscious and with my stomach lining inside me on the night bus, and succeeded, though it was touch and go for a while! We got back, woke up the house and I passed out onto a poor boy called Peter. I ate loads of pizza and garlic bread
And I got home and couldnt be bothered to do anything at all. I feel super sketchy, my flat is a tip and I now look as GOOD as I feel. Ie, AMAZING. Loads on this week including, seeing Mum, boxing, photoshootsa (finally) and mostly, being poor. And buying a book for my work portfolio so I can hopefully get a new job! Woop! Hope y'all is better than I feel!
Hooray for Cliffy!
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[Edited on Nov 11, 2004 9:43PM]
Yay welcome to the 'perving on hot boys kissing club' I have been a member for ages, it is amazing
Been trying to get my pretty ex and my gay best friend to let me take more pics of them but tonight they were being mean, ha but soon I will make them