idiocy thy name is rudii
the following are 2 examples of why I don't let myself get drunk anymore......................................................................................................................................................................................................................
monday went over to my bosses house to help her film the freaky brides projection film to put up on the big screen (covering one wall of the bongo club) that gets played while the club is on. its just really overedited clips of me and the girls dancing about basically
1. I got very very drunk and agreed to dance about in my underwear................
I then said................ why don't i just go topless?........................
everyone I know, including all the people I work with will see me 20 foot tall dancing about half naked......
2. I got very very very drunk on Thursday, my flatmate, yes you know the one Barney. Who I've had a crush on since he moved in a couple months ago, well it was his birthday and as it turns out he had a crush on me too......................so being me, consequences be damned, I slept with him........................
WTF you're thinking and rightly so.....
he decided to continue celebrating his birthday by going on a 4 day bender and spent the weekend at his evil ex girlfreinds (I've never met the girl I've just heard lots and lots and lots of stories) he came home this morning still totally blooootered, and proceeded to line after joint after line after beer upon beer.
He then proceeded to spend 2 hours telling me how gorgeous she was and how much he still loved and lots of other in depth details I REAALLLLY did not need to know. Suddenly I realised how fucking stupid I'd been (well I already knew how stupid what I'd done was but extra stupid now) all the wonderful things he'd said to me were just the usual bull that all guys say and I'd let myself get sucked in by it.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
so this is why I don't get drunk anymore, christ can you imagine the stupid assed stuff I would get up to if I took drugs?
basically I am now in a deep well of shame, I seem to be so desperate for affection, that when a guy who is so smashed he would fuck a letterbox, tells me I'm gorgeous and he's fancied me for ages, I somehow abandon all sense of self respect, dignity, and self preservation, no wonder I always get fucked over....I swear to god I'm one of those people who would probably stay with their abusive violent husband rather than be alone.
Who wants to slap me for being such a farcical twat?
rxxxxxxxx
the following are 2 examples of why I don't let myself get drunk anymore......................................................................................................................................................................................................................
monday went over to my bosses house to help her film the freaky brides projection film to put up on the big screen (covering one wall of the bongo club) that gets played while the club is on. its just really overedited clips of me and the girls dancing about basically
1. I got very very drunk and agreed to dance about in my underwear................
I then said................ why don't i just go topless?........................
everyone I know, including all the people I work with will see me 20 foot tall dancing about half naked......
2. I got very very very drunk on Thursday, my flatmate, yes you know the one Barney. Who I've had a crush on since he moved in a couple months ago, well it was his birthday and as it turns out he had a crush on me too......................so being me, consequences be damned, I slept with him........................
WTF you're thinking and rightly so.....
he decided to continue celebrating his birthday by going on a 4 day bender and spent the weekend at his evil ex girlfreinds (I've never met the girl I've just heard lots and lots and lots of stories) he came home this morning still totally blooootered, and proceeded to line after joint after line after beer upon beer.
He then proceeded to spend 2 hours telling me how gorgeous she was and how much he still loved and lots of other in depth details I REAALLLLY did not need to know. Suddenly I realised how fucking stupid I'd been (well I already knew how stupid what I'd done was but extra stupid now) all the wonderful things he'd said to me were just the usual bull that all guys say and I'd let myself get sucked in by it.
GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
so this is why I don't get drunk anymore, christ can you imagine the stupid assed stuff I would get up to if I took drugs?
basically I am now in a deep well of shame, I seem to be so desperate for affection, that when a guy who is so smashed he would fuck a letterbox, tells me I'm gorgeous and he's fancied me for ages, I somehow abandon all sense of self respect, dignity, and self preservation, no wonder I always get fucked over....I swear to god I'm one of those people who would probably stay with their abusive violent husband rather than be alone.
Who wants to slap me for being such a farcical twat?
rxxxxxxxx
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