something_vague

so last night i was feeling down and out and then i spoke to my dad who helped me deal and then ndidi who helped me drink.

i had some baileys and was on the net for a lil while after having a malibu chill as well (damn those are nice!).

i headed to the city at about 11ish and ended up getting to surry hills around 11.30 after a bit of a hike in my flats.

anyway, so i met up with the girls and we went and got me some strongbow (yum)where i didn't get asked for id (finally!) and then we went back to the building, where there was this ghetto lift, and up to the abatoir that looked like it was something out of 'Saw'. I thought we were gonna die!

but the warehouse was fucking cool and for a minute i was in a daze wishing i lived the type of lifestyle those guys do. then we walked up some stairs and on the wall were all these words ending in "-ed". i wished i had my camera as we kept walking up the stairs and ended up on the rooftop that looked like it was something off the secret life of us set.

i pulled up a bus seat and rocked my way through the strongbow (which was BIG) and emo moments with ndidi (love you so much, doll) where i blamed myself for things that have happened and things i wish i could have helped. we may have been drunk/tipsy, but everything made so much sense to me right there. we talked politics briefly and realised just how small an impact we have on this messed up world of ours. it was depressing. one tear in my eye, wouldn't let up, and i'm glad. i was somehow strong in my intoxicated state.

time passed. i spoke to some cute guy about the tomatoes on the table we were sitting at (ndidi, i still don't believe he was cute! not that i was sober enough to know the difference). walking to george st. eating a McChicken which i haven't done in 2 years. going to star bar. dancing. everybody in the club get tipsy! drinking left over stollies in a hurry. walking back down george st to the warehouse party. black guys coming up and....

well one guy came up and hugged me and we walked down the street arm in arm. it was odd to say the least. then he said "i am bisexual" and rubbed his chest and did that "i'm sexy" look. hahahahh! gold! then i said, "what? you have to do THAT to yourself to be bisexual?" and mimmicked him. he asked if i was, i said "haha" a few times and then he said "then let me show you". i was like, "uhhh, no!" and held myself so he wouldn't touch me! BUT.... he fucking got his nose and face and rubbed it from my stomach down. yuck! ndidi and everyone were watching. nose touched my vag. SO WRONG! i laughed and felt violated. it was disgusting! (i'm sorry again for making you hug the other guy, ndidi!)...

so anyway, we got back, sat inside (where i was mesmerised by the guy mixing "what you waiting for?" on his decks), laughed, and i ended up flat on my back on the rooftop staring up at the stars. fucking beautiful.

my bus came at 5.28am on george st and i fell asleep several times trying to reply to adams messages and giving the guy across from me accidental upskirts in the process. yuck. i aint no hussy! HAHA.

a great night, all in all.

i hope all yours were just as fun!