Groan.
Spent all day at the market yesterday.
5:30pm "Lets go an have a pint after a hard days work"
6:30pm "Lets have one more and we'll go home"
7:00pm "One more"
4 hours later:
I am abolutely wasted and find myself surrounded by hundreds of Japanese people at some kind of bizarre hair show where everybody is dancing to house music, there's some kind of catwalk in the middle that Japanese women parade down and then have their hair cut on stage.
There are graffiti artists doing some kind of art show outside. I am dancing with a very sweaty big black Brazilian man. He keeps trying to fondle my breasts. I exchange saliva with him, but only because I'm trying to push his tongue out of my mouth with my tongue. Yuck.
A couple of hours later ( About 7 hours after the "Let's go to the pub and have a pint before going home and doing some work" remark):
I am with my friend, sitting on
this whilst on the tube, travelling (utterly unaware) in completely the wrong direction, singing loudly and realising that I have missed my last train home and am ONCE AGAIN stuck in the middle of London with no way of getting home. So ONCE AGAIN I have to ring up the ex and invite myself round. And my drunken friend. And then turn up still singing and reaking of kebabs.
Not really very ladylike.
Additional note: to anyone who has written comments in my journal and I havnt replied.... am very sorry - can be a bit crap about replying as I'm so busy (yes, doing other things aside from getting twatted) but I will get 'round to it soon.
Spent all day at the market yesterday.
5:30pm "Lets go an have a pint after a hard days work"
6:30pm "Lets have one more and we'll go home"
7:00pm "One more"
4 hours later:
I am abolutely wasted and find myself surrounded by hundreds of Japanese people at some kind of bizarre hair show where everybody is dancing to house music, there's some kind of catwalk in the middle that Japanese women parade down and then have their hair cut on stage.
There are graffiti artists doing some kind of art show outside. I am dancing with a very sweaty big black Brazilian man. He keeps trying to fondle my breasts. I exchange saliva with him, but only because I'm trying to push his tongue out of my mouth with my tongue. Yuck.
A couple of hours later ( About 7 hours after the "Let's go to the pub and have a pint before going home and doing some work" remark):
I am with my friend, sitting on
this whilst on the tube, travelling (utterly unaware) in completely the wrong direction, singing loudly and realising that I have missed my last train home and am ONCE AGAIN stuck in the middle of London with no way of getting home. So ONCE AGAIN I have to ring up the ex and invite myself round. And my drunken friend. And then turn up still singing and reaking of kebabs.
Not really very ladylike.
Additional note: to anyone who has written comments in my journal and I havnt replied.... am very sorry - can be a bit crap about replying as I'm so busy (yes, doing other things aside from getting twatted) but I will get 'round to it soon.
VIEW 21 of 21 COMMENTS
Despite the mediocre Burlesque (it did imprive as the night wore on and the Jameson & Cokes went down) as ever I had a fab time with you and K.
I onlw wish I had a picture of both of you on my arms..
All i need to d o is write a cover letter and send a cv and iti s proving near on impossible at the minute.
at least i am home ssafe now. there is always tomorrow morning to send the e-mail