lelaina

2 more sleeps.................thank fuck

where do i start?? hmmmm ok, i feel the event is far enough away now that i can tell my story........

so i had that afternoon with my girlfriend in the city drinking cocktails?? well, that was fun (i was snogged) but ended badly little old me had far too many drinks (something im completely foreign to, yes seriously) and was chucked out of a cab due to being sick. i managed to throw up out the door, but still, mister cabbie no longer wanted me there. fair call. so i walked. and walked. and walked, well actually i staggered. alot. that Story Bridge is fucking long!! and i was sick along the way. alot. im sure the joggers loved me. 7 kms later im near my house but ended up having to be sick again so walked over to a bush which i proceeded to fall into therefore cutting my arm. this bush was highly stressful, i know this cause i told 2 people about it. even though at a later stage that bush happened to be one tree and im not sure how or why i was stuck there

home

so im home now and im kinda worried cause im really sick and its been a few hours now. i live on my own and thought id best be with someone. so i call Mum. "mum i keep throwing up, im drunk, help, please". im told Dad will be there soon, "get a bucket and a towel and wait on the side of the road". i have no bucket. but i have a towel. a huge towel. i wet it. why? i felt hot. so im on the side of the road with a wet towel and thankfully a garden bed. i get a call "you arent sitting on the main road are you i hope you're behind your fence??" so i crawl behind the fence and peer out through the gaps to see if Dads there. eventually he turns up. so there's me and one big sopping wet towel that im flicking about over my head in the front seat. im greeted with "you seem to do this about once every 5years". my reply? "its no wonder i take drugs, this is fucked, at least when im on drugs i dont get thrown out of taxi's, spew my guts up everywhere and fall into bushes". oh, thats right, my folks are old fashioned and strict. oh well, Dad thought my point was valid and that was the end of that. i get to their place, im sick some more and eventually pass out.....

and all i ended up with was a tshirt that says "no-one knows im a lesbian" - awesome

i could tell you other things that have gone on since then, like work, ex's & real estates, but the end result is this....i need a fucking holiday. and im getting one

2 more sleeps.....


edit 5th june 2007 5:17pm

the time has come im off!!! yaaaaaay!!!

thank fuck