I'm so fucking tired.
I went into town last Thursday for the opening of the Cathedral Quarter Arts Festival.. walked around the whole of Belfast trying to find this Indian rope trick thing only to discover (after 45 minutes) that he'd done his thing and everyone was in the pub already half cut
So i made my way round to the Duke of York - had 3 pints and sat there pissed listening to Bobbys australian accent, LONGING for deks to come and scoop me to Melbourne away from the fiddlydee music in the corner. Well that didn't happen, i ended up on Bobby's couch waiting til 3.30 for a taxi grr.
Friday day was rough. I had the most disgusting hangover, and just when i thought things couldn't get any worse, the Ulster Farmers Union rocked up outside work to rally about nitrates. With horns and other ungodly things.
Friday night.. what'd i do
can't remember.
Saturday night i worked until 10 - then the Kremlin. Before i had my first Stella down, Joanne was throwing vodkas at me demanding i be drunk. Peachy and Alana arrived. Then i was drunk. Then Joanne's hot hot best friend appeared and tried to take my shirt off. Even though she has a boyfriend meh. She must have suceeded as Peachy informed me outside that it was inside out.
Kremlin again last night - pile of shite. So bad infact, that it has managed to put me off my sexuality as well as gay bars. Belfast is fine to live in - as long as you know you're not staying. That's the frame of mind i'm in anyway.
I went into town last Thursday for the opening of the Cathedral Quarter Arts Festival.. walked around the whole of Belfast trying to find this Indian rope trick thing only to discover (after 45 minutes) that he'd done his thing and everyone was in the pub already half cut
So i made my way round to the Duke of York - had 3 pints and sat there pissed listening to Bobbys australian accent, LONGING for deks to come and scoop me to Melbourne away from the fiddlydee music in the corner. Well that didn't happen, i ended up on Bobby's couch waiting til 3.30 for a taxi grr.
Friday day was rough. I had the most disgusting hangover, and just when i thought things couldn't get any worse, the Ulster Farmers Union rocked up outside work to rally about nitrates. With horns and other ungodly things.
Friday night.. what'd i do
can't remember.
Saturday night i worked until 10 - then the Kremlin. Before i had my first Stella down, Joanne was throwing vodkas at me demanding i be drunk. Peachy and Alana arrived. Then i was drunk. Then Joanne's hot hot best friend appeared and tried to take my shirt off. Even though she has a boyfriend meh. She must have suceeded as Peachy informed me outside that it was inside out.
Kremlin again last night - pile of shite. So bad infact, that it has managed to put me off my sexuality as well as gay bars. Belfast is fine to live in - as long as you know you're not staying. That's the frame of mind i'm in anyway.
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gypsyrose:
I miss ya bitch! come get your plant
freakishlycute:
And where have you gone???