Argh! I can't believe I completely forgot about Neil updating my journal when I was stupid enough to leave it logged on at his house. Schoolboy error. Now people are going to go and think that I actually LIKE him, and Christ knows what a bad thing that would be.
But yes, that was an interesting weekend. Didn't get off to a wonderful start, what with me wandering around Bow for an hour because SOME MYSTERIOUS TWAT-STACK WHO SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS gave me entirely the wrong directions. I then got 'kind of' mugged. Yes. 'kind of'. I was approached by a gang of wee shites HALF MY FUCKING SIZE and I had the following exchange with one of them:
"What's in the bag mister?"
"It's not any of your fucking business."
"No, I think you better tell me what you've got in the bag."
By this point I'm pretty seething about having spent so long being lost and I notice he's standing in front of a fence that's basically a knee-high rail. So I give him a shove in teh chest and he goes flying abckwards over the fence, lands flat on his back, gives his head a good whack on the floor and I just storm off. I actually got pretty lucky as his friends didn't leap to his defence, I could hear them laughing as I walked off.
Anyhow, by the time I got to Chez Preppy's, things perked up considerable. I tore straight into my bottle of Jack, having every intention of getting bladdered, which I did. So much so that I actually ended up belly-dancing in Neil's living room with my shirt undone. There was a reason. I'm sure of it. I then threw up into a canal. As you do.
Sunday was all fairly chilled and non-eventful. There was hanging out, the consuming of mroe barbeque, and distinctly no drinking booze on my part (although thankfully I maintain my 0% hangover rate). Today was much of the same, only with work. Bah,
Also, I had one of those 'Wow, she's really quite cu-OH MY GOD SHE'S JAILBAIT' moments on the bus today. It was most disturbing, girls that young shouldn't be allowed to wear corsetty-type things in public. I feel all dirty.
And just to clarify, no. I still don't like Neil. that last entry was a filthy, filthy lie. All of it.
ALL OF IT.
But yes, that was an interesting weekend. Didn't get off to a wonderful start, what with me wandering around Bow for an hour because SOME MYSTERIOUS TWAT-STACK WHO SHALL REMAIN NAMELESS gave me entirely the wrong directions. I then got 'kind of' mugged. Yes. 'kind of'. I was approached by a gang of wee shites HALF MY FUCKING SIZE and I had the following exchange with one of them:
"What's in the bag mister?"
"It's not any of your fucking business."
"No, I think you better tell me what you've got in the bag."
By this point I'm pretty seething about having spent so long being lost and I notice he's standing in front of a fence that's basically a knee-high rail. So I give him a shove in teh chest and he goes flying abckwards over the fence, lands flat on his back, gives his head a good whack on the floor and I just storm off. I actually got pretty lucky as his friends didn't leap to his defence, I could hear them laughing as I walked off.
Anyhow, by the time I got to Chez Preppy's, things perked up considerable. I tore straight into my bottle of Jack, having every intention of getting bladdered, which I did. So much so that I actually ended up belly-dancing in Neil's living room with my shirt undone. There was a reason. I'm sure of it. I then threw up into a canal. As you do.
Sunday was all fairly chilled and non-eventful. There was hanging out, the consuming of mroe barbeque, and distinctly no drinking booze on my part (although thankfully I maintain my 0% hangover rate). Today was much of the same, only with work. Bah,
Also, I had one of those 'Wow, she's really quite cu-OH MY GOD SHE'S JAILBAIT' moments on the bus today. It was most disturbing, girls that young shouldn't be allowed to wear corsetty-type things in public. I feel all dirty.
And just to clarify, no. I still don't like Neil. that last entry was a filthy, filthy lie. All of it.
ALL OF IT.
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i recommend armor for sleep too