Dear Readers,
I may have lost the plot; this entry includes drink, sex and lesbianism… that I have actually ...lied about. I’ve under exaggerated. Read with caution and lets just keep this between us :D for I talk of what happens to everyone, but no one mentions. People do these things but don’t talk about them... is not doing them and talking about them worse? Or better?
I’ve had a few days where nothing happened. No drama or mishap.
I’ve not had any of these days recently; but they’ve happened
A few odd days at university I stayed in my room only emerging for food; filling my day with Facebook, Doctor Who DVDs, GreenWing and finishing it/myself off with porn. (Pun intended. Hah, I made a funny)
If my life was full of those days... what’s the worst that could have happen, apart from bed sores.
But that is not my life.
Not even a didley.
OH! I started a job today… but that digression, back to the story. This week was spent keeping busy, meeting up with people, htting the sales and drinking cocktails. The plan was that on Friday Hanna was coming up for the weekend and we’d go out dancing and do facemasks and watch films :D all the good things.
But Hanna had a free flat (her dull flatmate Dan was away) and she wanted to make the most of it so I went over there. That night we had MacDonald and watched a film.
On Friday, we got up had breakfast and played GuessWho and (sexual) Frustration. Then we watched Catfish; which is a piece of cinema most excellent.
And final Destination 5, equally as gripping.. and they freshened it up as well with a twist. So watch that s**t.
After that we got all dolled up and went for a meal at Pizza Express, and Hanna said to me;
‘It’s your personality, why you’re single, its not your looks. Which is good because if you were ugly then you’d have to find someone who would put up with your ugly face. But you’re fit... so you just have to find someone who’s a freak too, who you can click with.’
She’s single to so I don’t know why girls preaching.. but she’s had many serious long relationships, and is cool. I have neither from column a) nor b). and on a man hunt or just a fun hunt; we decided to go places we would usually which included Players, Tiger bar, Walk-a-bout, Reflex, Embrace and finally FWD… the reason why these places aren’t where we usually go because they’re uaually, chavy, or over crowed.. or in the case of Reflex.. the crowd is really freakin’ old!
I met a boy I liked in embrace him and his friends went to Reflex… his name was Pete.. I made him get on the dancepole and he got kicked in the face.. we made out a bit.. it was hot. I paid for his entry to embrace and he went to buy drinks then I lost him.. and from there it went downhill.
The downhilly-nes wasn’t aided by the fact I was sad.. er, I don’t get with people on night out I think its clichéd and therefore.. been done… I talk but no kissy kissy and no sexytime. Hulla no.
So we were in embrace a lot of money lighter.. and then forward when embrace closed at 4.. and then its 5 and Hanna’s making out with a guy called Joe and there’s another couple getting off with each other a girl called Keely and a fireman… so I walk to the bar and buy a gay guy a drink.
He said that he hated his overdraft and I said that I loved it because it felt like you were spending other people’s money. And he was. Mine.
When I went back they were gone. So I went to the bathroom.. because Hanna has said that this was the sort of place you could by drugs in the toilet and she didn’t seem adverse to the idea. But there was a girl there who was crying and ended up crying on me while the toilet woman looked on disapprovingly, with a face not just like thunder but like a supernova.
Hanna wasn’t there. I walked to get a taxi, assuming she must have gone home..it was . I called her phone repatedly.. and then someone answered A girl I think it was Keely, because she had a gutter Sheffield accent, a bad one. The voice said that Hanna couldn’t answer the phone and had an air of smug laugh-i-ness to it. the voice said she was ‘occupied’, implying sex… but when I asked if they were still in FWD.. said ‘yes’.
I stayed at the doors of the club till it closed and called her repeatedly… and then someone answered the phone.. again, still not Hanna. It was . This voice was male and spoke in circles denying nor confirming nothing.
I went to Hanna’s flat, weighed up just going to the train station, and thought better of it. At Hanna’s flat I buzzed her, with no answer and buzzed her neighbour.
Her neighbour is a slim woman of 30ish.. and is surprisingly chipper when woken up at 5.30 in the morning.
I called the police and opened a police report…while I waited for a taxi.
Then I went to Kaltin’s flat, because so it seems my previously drunk self apparently has a panache for waking people up in the night… her and her boyfriend Andy. Katlin paid for my taxi. Made me a cup of tea. Listened to me. And made me a couch-bed.
I do not deserve her.
I called myfuckbuddy and left him a tearful voicemail...when you don’t know who to call…call someone who has sex with you.
Last time we saw each other.. thinking now.. we didn’t have sex.. on Wednesday, we bought pizza, watched Jason Statham and I gave him hand relief while he strangled me.. that was wired. Back to the story.
It was 6.30. I am dozing on Katlin’s couch.
It was7…sih
Then the phone rang. It was Hanna she said she’d found herself in a Travelodge. They’d gone in two taxis and realised that when they arrived I wasn’t there. Her phone had ran out of battery. She plugged it in to charge. Was ushered into a bathroom, for sex, by a guy who wasn’t as nice as he appeared.
Called Taxi’s who called back but didn’t show. Called me and said she’d be there in 5. but she was there in 3.
And this Keely girl was in the car, talking on Hanna’s phone in her terrible voice. Saying ‘I’ve got no money’ in a accusatory way as though it was Hanna’s fault.
When we got back we each told out stories and drank ice on gin.
And we made out.
And then we made out for a bit... more; and I realised that now .. I don’t have a single friend I haven’t made out with.
Normally, it’s me. Hands in the air it’s me who done the kissing crime.
I’d be drunk and make out with people, sometimes forcefully, not rapey.. just a bit.. sprung?
And my bad broke. And the ticket man on the train said there was some kind of printing area on my ticket and said I had to buy another one. And I laughed like a maniac on the train because it was just toooo much?!
I was sick last night and started.. today.. it’s a data input job for the time being at a little Translations company. The work that I’m doing should take a few weeks but will take a few days because I’m efficient.. who’d have thunk it?!
As always your gracious and drunk hostess wishes you the best, and if you read all that and got this far down the page im impressed and would like to give you this star*
Vixen xox
Today; I am the joke of the day.
Song of the day; Bob Dylan- Lepard Skin Pillbox Hat
it was recntly introduced to me .. and its bangin'
