well its friday, and about damn time for me to post some other, non-essential blog, just because i am bored. yup, BORED AS FUCK.
i only have another 2 beers left and i feel like i need about another 20.
anyway, can i tell you about my week? (yes you, which is me, because i'm the only one that reads this), anyhoo, my week has been absolutely useless. thats it. really. i think because i only worked 3 days because of the horse races this week, but still had to shove 5 days of work into 3, hmm, makes me a grumpy girl!
hmm...dead soldier, time for a new peroni BRB.
okay, new peroni. let me tell you about the taxi driver i had on saturday night, halloween. i was dressed in my 'naughty nurse' outfit, for halloween of course, now, this outfit left pretty much nothing to the imagination, red knee high boots, fishnets, and a 'dress' that i couldnt sit down in... yes, you're right in thinking 'thats very original' but you know what, i already had the outfit so screw you all
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okay, back to the taxi (a.k.a. cab) driver, well he told my not 5 minutes into the fare that he loved me, and then proceeded to advise that he was very lonely since moving to Australia.
[hang on, is this my fucking problem? no? i dont think it is? im not sitting there telling him how little money i earn v the hours i work, or how the tax office has asked me to pay thousands of dollars to them, or how someone dented the bonnet of my car and took off or how i'm a boring 30something year old woman who sits at home with her cat blogging on suicide girls on a friday night?].
Yes, i was suppose to feel sorry for this 20something taxi driver offered a new opportunity at life by moving to Australia thus no longer suffering the indignity of a life wasted in and overpopulated India.
But no, thats not where it stops. He then continues to ask if he can 'touch' me. i then said in a rather stern voice NO. upon hearing this he also says, 'well, then can you touch me' to which i said in a firmer, somewhat more frantic sounding voice 'NO, PULL OVER, THIS IS WHERE THE PARTY IS'. I paid my fare, was offered not a cent of discount for my obvious discomfort, and jumped (yes jumped) out of that fucking taxi!
You know what the lucky thing was, i actually ended up just outside of the house that the party was at. NOt sure if the driver knew it and timed it all so (i had no idea where i was going), or fate. Currently choosing to believe it was fate, much more romantic, if you could even class it as such.
so... that is my blog for the evening, not promising that this is the last for the night, im in the ranting mood
along with my posing pic for the night...
i only have another 2 beers left and i feel like i need about another 20.
anyway, can i tell you about my week? (yes you, which is me, because i'm the only one that reads this), anyhoo, my week has been absolutely useless. thats it. really. i think because i only worked 3 days because of the horse races this week, but still had to shove 5 days of work into 3, hmm, makes me a grumpy girl!
hmm...dead soldier, time for a new peroni BRB.
okay, new peroni. let me tell you about the taxi driver i had on saturday night, halloween. i was dressed in my 'naughty nurse' outfit, for halloween of course, now, this outfit left pretty much nothing to the imagination, red knee high boots, fishnets, and a 'dress' that i couldnt sit down in... yes, you're right in thinking 'thats very original' but you know what, i already had the outfit so screw you all
.okay, back to the taxi (a.k.a. cab) driver, well he told my not 5 minutes into the fare that he loved me, and then proceeded to advise that he was very lonely since moving to Australia.
[hang on, is this my fucking problem? no? i dont think it is? im not sitting there telling him how little money i earn v the hours i work, or how the tax office has asked me to pay thousands of dollars to them, or how someone dented the bonnet of my car and took off or how i'm a boring 30something year old woman who sits at home with her cat blogging on suicide girls on a friday night?].
Yes, i was suppose to feel sorry for this 20something taxi driver offered a new opportunity at life by moving to Australia thus no longer suffering the indignity of a life wasted in and overpopulated India.
But no, thats not where it stops. He then continues to ask if he can 'touch' me. i then said in a rather stern voice NO. upon hearing this he also says, 'well, then can you touch me' to which i said in a firmer, somewhat more frantic sounding voice 'NO, PULL OVER, THIS IS WHERE THE PARTY IS'. I paid my fare, was offered not a cent of discount for my obvious discomfort, and jumped (yes jumped) out of that fucking taxi!
You know what the lucky thing was, i actually ended up just outside of the house that the party was at. NOt sure if the driver knew it and timed it all so (i had no idea where i was going), or fate. Currently choosing to believe it was fate, much more romantic, if you could even class it as such.
so... that is my blog for the evening, not promising that this is the last for the night, im in the ranting mood
along with my posing pic for the night...
carnagefairy:
Yikes. Taxi drivers can be really creepy! Glad Lady Luck was on your side that night. x
el_duderino2:
Ewwwww not fun