I am le hung over. Which, in the scheme of things, is not such a bad way to be on a Saturay morning. . . ahem, afternoon. Best part: I got shitty on 10 quid. Yay for student unions.
I wore a tie to the club last night. I couldn't take myself seriously, but I'm proud of myself nonetheless. My style is ridiculously conventional these days, and it was exciting to deviate. . . cheap thrills. I also met an adorable French guy wearing a John Kerry tshirt. I was like, wait. . . I'm confused.
It was a strangely aggressive evening for the men of Glasgow. Normally it's like, 'hey I glanced at you, ball's in your court.' And for some reason last night there was a lot of, um, your hand's on my butt, and I did not invite you to put it there. . . . Uhuh girlfriend. Which maybe is lame on my part, because I was definitely shaking my ass and looking to snog. No dice. My virginity is growing slowly back . . . damn.
My boyfriend's going to an Ani Difranco show tonight. I am way jealous. I told him to scream, 'my girlfriend's in love with you,' at some point during the evening. He won't though. . . Ha. I wouldn't either. Hope you all had a magical Friday night. Any stories?
I wore a tie to the club last night. I couldn't take myself seriously, but I'm proud of myself nonetheless. My style is ridiculously conventional these days, and it was exciting to deviate. . . cheap thrills. I also met an adorable French guy wearing a John Kerry tshirt. I was like, wait. . . I'm confused.
It was a strangely aggressive evening for the men of Glasgow. Normally it's like, 'hey I glanced at you, ball's in your court.' And for some reason last night there was a lot of, um, your hand's on my butt, and I did not invite you to put it there. . . . Uhuh girlfriend. Which maybe is lame on my part, because I was definitely shaking my ass and looking to snog. No dice. My virginity is growing slowly back . . . damn.
My boyfriend's going to an Ani Difranco show tonight. I am way jealous. I told him to scream, 'my girlfriend's in love with you,' at some point during the evening. He won't though. . . Ha. I wouldn't either. Hope you all had a magical Friday night. Any stories?
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My job? I'm a stockbroker...
*dons a crash helmet and braces himself for anti-broker comments/jokes etc*
Scotland.......California.......Scotland......California
Yep, that's a difficult decision where to live, eh?