The couch underground
Oh to wake up with a red wrist, and jagged memories of the night before...
The night of sitting on a leather couch underground, surrounded by beautiful people, enveloping, bewitching music, green laser-light, scarlet wrists and the warm embrace of vodka.
I never thought a red wrist would bother me. But as the night went on and the alcohol gripped tighter, the red paint seemed like something more disturbing, and equally sticky. Thanks to the kind soul who took me to the home of acetone and fast food.
Happy birthday beautiful Charlotte, this year will be beautiful for you.
Had one of those awesome days that seemed like a week pasted together. got to see lovely friends, and did something i never ever thought I would do - I joined a gym. wow. for the year too. Did it for myself, and hopefully I will love going. I want to be fit again, as now I feel like porky-pork lady.
My handbag had bad breath today. Siolo was right about that cigar, I only realised as I rummaged through and the violent pong of last night's half smoked cuban reared its breath. eeeeergh.
finished off the night with a movie, pre-fitness pizza, finishing a teal sleeve, and hanging out with the FuckdUpFairy.
Work tomorrow.... woooopteeeedooo. at least I will be taking friday off, friday freeeeee
The night of sitting on a leather couch underground, surrounded by beautiful people, enveloping, bewitching music, green laser-light, scarlet wrists and the warm embrace of vodka.
I never thought a red wrist would bother me. But as the night went on and the alcohol gripped tighter, the red paint seemed like something more disturbing, and equally sticky. Thanks to the kind soul who took me to the home of acetone and fast food.
Happy birthday beautiful Charlotte, this year will be beautiful for you.
Had one of those awesome days that seemed like a week pasted together. got to see lovely friends, and did something i never ever thought I would do - I joined a gym. wow. for the year too. Did it for myself, and hopefully I will love going. I want to be fit again, as now I feel like porky-pork lady.
My handbag had bad breath today. Siolo was right about that cigar, I only realised as I rummaged through and the violent pong of last night's half smoked cuban reared its breath. eeeeergh.
finished off the night with a movie, pre-fitness pizza, finishing a teal sleeve, and hanging out with the FuckdUpFairy.
Work tomorrow.... woooopteeeedooo. at least I will be taking friday off, friday freeeeee