And so it begins - Again
31st August 2005
Binges 1 (Garlic breadsticks)
Cigs 6
Drinks 2
How lovely to start a blog on the last day of a month. heheheh. welcome to my wannabe bridget. im fat, i smoke, im manhunting, im paranoid and insecure, and i dont see why i cant get colin firth!
Nothing very exciting happened. Suzy was terrible on Rockstar and Jordis just fucking blew me away with Imagine. Chewed off nails, again. Opened account. Didn't do much work. hmmmm maybe boss coming back wont be such a terrible thing. not as hot as hugh grant, she's a woman actually, but i DO seem to do SOME work when she's around! The garbage truck escort seems to be thinning, i wonder if that means i'm smelly enough myself now. saw flat, lovely kicthen, DRIPPING ornate goulti middleclass woodwork, but sooooooooooooo expensive. dont have a flatmate anyway.
randomly dropped by a friend's which is why the 6 cigs were smoked, and the 2 drinks were drunk, where we had rambly comversations about breast sizes, the relative sexual attractiveness of various parts of the male and female anatomy, where is a good palce to tkae photogrpahs on out pisspot campus and so on.
much madnes over forthcoming trip and tickets and organisation, to LAX or JFK, to shuttle or wait in sahar airport for 6 hours, hamlet had NOTHING on my life. so Himself, after a leetle tipple and a LOT of pompous belief in self, decides his precious little chickabiddy cant be allowed to change terminals in her own country, because she will be wieghed down by luggage [which i plan to shove off on THEM] and because of her innate fragility by virtue of not possessing a penis, will be harrassed or cheated or takena dvantage of were she to tlak one step out of the hallowed bounds of Himself's protection.
pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft.
anyway, having spent a hour on the internet and NOT working, i must go do some work.
Binges 1 (Garlic breadsticks)
Cigs 6
Drinks 2
How lovely to start a blog on the last day of a month. heheheh. welcome to my wannabe bridget. im fat, i smoke, im manhunting, im paranoid and insecure, and i dont see why i cant get colin firth!
Nothing very exciting happened. Suzy was terrible on Rockstar and Jordis just fucking blew me away with Imagine. Chewed off nails, again. Opened account. Didn't do much work. hmmmm maybe boss coming back wont be such a terrible thing. not as hot as hugh grant, she's a woman actually, but i DO seem to do SOME work when she's around! The garbage truck escort seems to be thinning, i wonder if that means i'm smelly enough myself now. saw flat, lovely kicthen, DRIPPING ornate goulti middleclass woodwork, but sooooooooooooo expensive. dont have a flatmate anyway.
randomly dropped by a friend's which is why the 6 cigs were smoked, and the 2 drinks were drunk, where we had rambly comversations about breast sizes, the relative sexual attractiveness of various parts of the male and female anatomy, where is a good palce to tkae photogrpahs on out pisspot campus and so on.
much madnes over forthcoming trip and tickets and organisation, to LAX or JFK, to shuttle or wait in sahar airport for 6 hours, hamlet had NOTHING on my life. so Himself, after a leetle tipple and a LOT of pompous belief in self, decides his precious little chickabiddy cant be allowed to change terminals in her own country, because she will be wieghed down by luggage [which i plan to shove off on THEM] and because of her innate fragility by virtue of not possessing a penis, will be harrassed or cheated or takena dvantage of were she to tlak one step out of the hallowed bounds of Himself's protection.
pffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffft.
anyway, having spent a hour on the internet and NOT working, i must go do some work.
posted by MinCat at 10:57 PM
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