YAAWWWWNNNNNNN
The beach party was pretty rad, but im wasted now. In the tired sense of the word, not the 'i was drinking on the job' sense of the word.
I wore a nice hawaiian-ish shirt ive had for ages, but to be honest, it was pulling a bit accross the boobies, so i had creases coming out of the button. So, like any sensible girl, i decided to undo another button so it didnt crease.
Yes, i could see down my own top, but in the mirror, from the front, i looked decent enough, but anyhoo, it appears that with me being a bit short, people had just as good a view as i did, and that wearing low-cut tops is the way that fat slags pull blokes. Having never really worn a low-cut top until now, at age 19, i was unaware of this, and always assumed fat slags must slip guys drugs to get them into bed.
So yeah, it started off with Jon and Steve, bar-men who werent working telling me how nice my shirt was. Next time i went past they also mentioned how nice my bra was. I thought a few other people had a bit of an eyeful, but at the end my suspicions were confirmed when the manageress was sat chatting about all the drunks learing at me and my barely noticing it.
So in conclusion, my night was a great social experiment, and if i ever find myself in a parrallel universe, or on class-A drugs, and im in need of some quick, meaningless sex, i will know what to do.
Daisy started at the ship tonight. Not sure why, she must be back to uni pretty soon.
Also saw a load of people ive not spoken to in aaages from the year above me at school which was fun...people dont change much do they?
HAHAHAHAHA, apart from Robert MacDuff, he came into my other work today and i could barely recognise him cause he must be 18stone+ now as opposed to the skinny boy i used to know.
And tonight was my first night with a share of the tips, and i got 8.20, ive no idea if thats good, but it suits me!
The beach party was pretty rad, but im wasted now. In the tired sense of the word, not the 'i was drinking on the job' sense of the word.
I wore a nice hawaiian-ish shirt ive had for ages, but to be honest, it was pulling a bit accross the boobies, so i had creases coming out of the button. So, like any sensible girl, i decided to undo another button so it didnt crease.
Yes, i could see down my own top, but in the mirror, from the front, i looked decent enough, but anyhoo, it appears that with me being a bit short, people had just as good a view as i did, and that wearing low-cut tops is the way that fat slags pull blokes. Having never really worn a low-cut top until now, at age 19, i was unaware of this, and always assumed fat slags must slip guys drugs to get them into bed.
So yeah, it started off with Jon and Steve, bar-men who werent working telling me how nice my shirt was. Next time i went past they also mentioned how nice my bra was. I thought a few other people had a bit of an eyeful, but at the end my suspicions were confirmed when the manageress was sat chatting about all the drunks learing at me and my barely noticing it.
So in conclusion, my night was a great social experiment, and if i ever find myself in a parrallel universe, or on class-A drugs, and im in need of some quick, meaningless sex, i will know what to do.
Daisy started at the ship tonight. Not sure why, she must be back to uni pretty soon.
Also saw a load of people ive not spoken to in aaages from the year above me at school which was fun...people dont change much do they?
HAHAHAHAHA, apart from Robert MacDuff, he came into my other work today and i could barely recognise him cause he must be 18stone+ now as opposed to the skinny boy i used to know.
And tonight was my first night with a share of the tips, and i got 8.20, ive no idea if thats good, but it suits me!
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so take note, that the next time someone requests the removal of undergarments for "a quick swatch ah yer tits", they're not being offensive, they're being human.
and on that note, will ye?
[Edited on Aug 28, 2005 10:03AM]