Tell me why I fucking hate MONDAYS!!
Well, on Thursday night our friend Har Mar Superstar was playing at the Metro and it was his birthday. so me and Esther decided to go out dressed at tATu, russian jailbait lesbians. And as we were looking ok, his manager and everyone were trying to get us to go on stage with him and dance for the last song. So we gave in to peer pressure and staggered onstage, and we were doing really well, we were even dancing in time when little miss stoopid here decided to try and do something clever and ended up falling on her arse in front of 300 people. Oops. Not so cool now, eh Rachel? Then we ended up going to the aftershow at The Columbia Hotel which is the scene of all crimes, and terrible stuff always happens whenever I go there. And this time was no exception. Somehow I ended up in the dark dining room with Eric, a stupid American CUNT froma crap band called Interpol. And we were pissing about, and I said, "I'd be careful, I'm a dominatrix". And he said "Oh yeah?" and pushed me onto the floor, smacking my heaD ON THE EDGE OF A TABLE. So I've had a bump on my head the size of a golfball since Thursday. Grrrrrrrrrrr.
Then woke up on Friday feeling like death, poor Esther had to get up at 7 to go to work having had 2 hours sleep, poor lamb.I was throwing up all Friday night and on Saturday, in need of wholesome salvation, I went to stay with my mum in Suffolk.
Then woke up on Friday feeling like death, poor Esther had to get up at 7 to go to work having had 2 hours sleep, poor lamb.I was throwing up all Friday night and on Saturday, in need of wholesome salvation, I went to stay with my mum in Suffolk.