my god, it's fucking tuesday already....
*rubs her bleary eyes*
the weekend started off a bit early this time...
started drinking at work on thursday then decided to go out with a co worker and his flatmate.....
night ends in excess with Dexy shagging co workers cute Danish flatmate..... *giggles* boy had the softest skin i have ever been around.....
wake up about 230 on friday, shout out a frantic "fuckinhelliamgonnabelateforwork!!"
jump bus to home, run bath and dig into giant bowl of cocoa crispies, only to discover upon trying to swallow first mouthful that milk has gone off....
repeat cereal with fresh milk
2 second bath + loads of deodorant get me moving faster....
finally to work where i begin to crash an hour later
Pharmy steps in with a magical Dexy that picks me right back up....
high tail it outta work to party at midnight where i proceed to hang out with young people
8am, leave party with more money than when i came and go home to rest up before Sam's bday fun at Slimes....
Alas!!
get home about 9 am hide in room as pills come back up
continue to hide until about 8pm
(have no idea how a speedy pill head can waste that much time by herself, but it must've been pretty fun)
head off to next party for a few hours before off to Slimes...
Upon arrival of Slimes new pills have failed and the 36 hours of no food or sleep is beginning to slow me down....
plus the whole Slimes being a raging boring shithole....
end up staying til close with a few mates, a bit fazed, bored and worn out...
back to party at 8am when i walk in and quickly decide that the 12 hours i have left until i need to be at work should be done asleep in my own house
proceed home where i find that the main door to my building is fuckered and i cannot open it....
enter early morning neighbour out for paper
i begin my speedy babble to him which is kind iof sketching him out....
he calmly says "try the side door"
(had no idea about side door)
i blabble on some more and then realise that it's sunday morning and i am wearing a ripped/burned up Lagerfeld party dress, edward scissorhands eye makeup, a big pile of veiling in my hair and my eyes are the size of saucers.... i quickly get into life hoping i never see that neighbour again.
my room....
my bed....
i crash.....
i made it work on time and in one peice as well....
had a few drinks that helped out in my whole wonky uneven status....
i really need to do something new in my life.... this is all too familair of a pattern....
*rubs her bleary eyes*
the weekend started off a bit early this time...
started drinking at work on thursday then decided to go out with a co worker and his flatmate.....
night ends in excess with Dexy shagging co workers cute Danish flatmate..... *giggles* boy had the softest skin i have ever been around.....
wake up about 230 on friday, shout out a frantic "fuckinhelliamgonnabelateforwork!!"
jump bus to home, run bath and dig into giant bowl of cocoa crispies, only to discover upon trying to swallow first mouthful that milk has gone off....
repeat cereal with fresh milk
2 second bath + loads of deodorant get me moving faster....
finally to work where i begin to crash an hour later
Pharmy steps in with a magical Dexy that picks me right back up....
high tail it outta work to party at midnight where i proceed to hang out with young people
8am, leave party with more money than when i came and go home to rest up before Sam's bday fun at Slimes....
Alas!!
get home about 9 am hide in room as pills come back up
continue to hide until about 8pm
(have no idea how a speedy pill head can waste that much time by herself, but it must've been pretty fun)
head off to next party for a few hours before off to Slimes...
Upon arrival of Slimes new pills have failed and the 36 hours of no food or sleep is beginning to slow me down....
plus the whole Slimes being a raging boring shithole....
end up staying til close with a few mates, a bit fazed, bored and worn out...
back to party at 8am when i walk in and quickly decide that the 12 hours i have left until i need to be at work should be done asleep in my own house
proceed home where i find that the main door to my building is fuckered and i cannot open it....
enter early morning neighbour out for paper
i begin my speedy babble to him which is kind iof sketching him out....
he calmly says "try the side door"
(had no idea about side door)
i blabble on some more and then realise that it's sunday morning and i am wearing a ripped/burned up Lagerfeld party dress, edward scissorhands eye makeup, a big pile of veiling in my hair and my eyes are the size of saucers.... i quickly get into life hoping i never see that neighbour again.
my room....
my bed....
i crash.....
i made it work on time and in one peice as well....
had a few drinks that helped out in my whole wonky uneven status....
i really need to do something new in my life.... this is all too familair of a pattern....
Familiarity breeds contempt, sadly.