The webs we weave
Sometimes I even manage to amaze myself at the absolutely ridiculous amount of trouble I get into. And yet I have no one to blame but myself. My friends warn me and warn me but I just won't listen ever.
And so after Stig fucked me over.. what did I do?
7 day bender of doom!
Was so stressed and upset about Stig that I ended up feeling like absolute death on the Friday.
Did that stop me going out? No
Did that stop me getting absolutely leathered? No
Did that stop me going home with Ireland? Hell No!
And on Saturday I did the same again with the exception that Ireland fucked off with some blond Norwegian bird, and I was left with Dan the weasel.. who kept trying and trying and in the end I ended up pulling him in front of Ireland's housemate more than anything out of spite.. he ended up walking me home, but LUCKILY sososo LUCKILY he went home .. I think it was after coming across Head Chicken's mother in the living room that scared him.. Thank goodness.
I then, in an effort to try and not wake her again.. wandered to the loo without switching the lights on.. I had, of course, forgotten that she had left her open suitcase in the hall which I then promptly fell into.. very loudly.. with a lot of cursing. So much for being quiet.
After a heavy weekend.. V had managed to double book herself so to get her out of trouble we all went to the cinema.. Ireland included.. it went well.. and then very very wrong when a supposed quiet night turned into me singing and dancing in the middle of plaza real at 530am.
I also woke up the next day with many bruises and a lump on my head.. I believe this was from when I was giving V and Gracie girl love in Karma and we all fell to the floor.. only to have Mark jump on top.. well who could resist 3 gorgeous women!
That night Ireland dissappeared off with my best friend V.. was I upset? Yes, extremely.. my drunken logic.. was just that.. drunken.. not helped by the fact that when I called her she denied she was with him. I even had to take Monday off work as I just felt like a physical and emotional wreck.
Of course the next day I spoke to her and she told me that nothing had happened..
I can only admit to the fact that I have become a little obsessed with Ireland. oh no.
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