Well this week has been fairly enlightening.
It was our staff party on Monday and of course I was the last one to leave. Me and my good friend Dave (who I slept with in October) persuaded the 80’s road show school disco DJ to play some Hip Hop and then proceeded to grind together AND teach my marketing manager to moonwalk. God it actually still hurts to think about it and it’s Thursday. Dave and I then had a long and emotional discussion in Trafalgar Square concerning our love/lust/generic feelings for each other. I found myself using unbelievable clichés such as: “You need a nice girl to settle down with, I’ll only hurt you etc etc” They did seem fitting though as I had just spent the weekend sleeping with my other best boy mate Lee, who was staying for the weekend. But that’s another story……… Whatever. I really don’t think I’m girlfriend material for anyone right now as I’m just too damn self obsessed and sex crazed. My libido could no way cope with just one guy. (No way, that sounds really vile and masculine)
Anyway, God paid me back last night when I asked Captain Egg to give me a trim and she cut all my hair off. And I’m not joking either. It is a real crisis. By the time I get it styled professionally it’ll be a bob and I hate that hair length. Ah well, such is life.
I am absolutely starving cos I’ve given up meat for lent. And also drinking in the house. I think I’m gonna go get some food now before starting set-up for the concert.
Ooooooh, I nearly forgot. Am really excited. Its Boo’s Bday tomorrow and we’re all going out to Our Disco at plastic people. It’s gonna be sooo fun. Then on Saturday we’re all going for Ellie’s leaving meal in that little Vietnamese place off Old street and then to some pubs. Then, we’ve been invited to Rod Stewarts mansion in Essex for a party cos I met his PA, Steve, in a bar last week. I don’t think I’ll go though. We might get to the end of the central line to find out the guy was full of bullshit. Ah, it’s gonna be a lovely weekend during which I will not sleep with any of the following: Strangers, bi-sexuals, drummers, bassists or best mates. Hooray!!!
Now for food……..
It was our staff party on Monday and of course I was the last one to leave. Me and my good friend Dave (who I slept with in October) persuaded the 80’s road show school disco DJ to play some Hip Hop and then proceeded to grind together AND teach my marketing manager to moonwalk. God it actually still hurts to think about it and it’s Thursday. Dave and I then had a long and emotional discussion in Trafalgar Square concerning our love/lust/generic feelings for each other. I found myself using unbelievable clichés such as: “You need a nice girl to settle down with, I’ll only hurt you etc etc” They did seem fitting though as I had just spent the weekend sleeping with my other best boy mate Lee, who was staying for the weekend. But that’s another story……… Whatever. I really don’t think I’m girlfriend material for anyone right now as I’m just too damn self obsessed and sex crazed. My libido could no way cope with just one guy. (No way, that sounds really vile and masculine)
Anyway, God paid me back last night when I asked Captain Egg to give me a trim and she cut all my hair off. And I’m not joking either. It is a real crisis. By the time I get it styled professionally it’ll be a bob and I hate that hair length. Ah well, such is life.
I am absolutely starving cos I’ve given up meat for lent. And also drinking in the house. I think I’m gonna go get some food now before starting set-up for the concert.
Ooooooh, I nearly forgot. Am really excited. Its Boo’s Bday tomorrow and we’re all going out to Our Disco at plastic people. It’s gonna be sooo fun. Then on Saturday we’re all going for Ellie’s leaving meal in that little Vietnamese place off Old street and then to some pubs. Then, we’ve been invited to Rod Stewarts mansion in Essex for a party cos I met his PA, Steve, in a bar last week. I don’t think I’ll go though. We might get to the end of the central line to find out the guy was full of bullshit. Ah, it’s gonna be a lovely weekend during which I will not sleep with any of the following: Strangers, bi-sexuals, drummers, bassists or best mates. Hooray!!!
Now for food……..
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