[Private - later screened to Sasha] Wow. I just... wow.
She kissed me.
SHE KISSED ME, HA.
I can't believe that just happened, there's just NO WAY my luck is that bloody good. Streuth. I dunno, I've been sat here laughing like a dipstick for the last 10 minutes now, trynna order me thoughts... I sorta thought I might've been drunker than I'd reckoned and imagined the whole thing, but nah... there's no mistaking that.
Of all the ways I thought tonight might end, that was deffo not one of 'em. If anythin it would've been me doin the kissin, quickly followed by swift (albeit tactful) rejection, I honestly never reckoned she'd be interested after everythin she went through, specially with the likes of me. I've been tryin ta just be a mate, I didn't want to be a sleaze or anythin, but... I mean I've wanted to ask her out since we first met almost, I don't think I could have invented a sheila more after me own heart even in me own head, as close as Didges. I felt pretty fair dinkum guilty when the first thing I felt when I heard she'd split with her bloke was hope. I mean, she was so cut, I wouldn't have wished it on her in a million years.... but I guess things happen for a reason, maybe? Hopefully....
She's like a goddess on that stage, wielding her ax (and fuck can she ever) and singing from her soul. I ain't seen nothin on Earth as brilliant as her smile... I'd make a right tit out of meself (and frequently do, though unfortunately not on purpose, haha) just to make her laugh. AND now that I know I have a chance, that I aint barkin completely up the wrong tree, I'll be damned if I ain't gonna go for it. I spent a long time across a lotta distance learnin how ta live to be happy, so this is the time to prove it's worth, Jo...
I'm so stoked I don't even have emotion left to feel embarrassed over drunken LJ cock-ups and I ain't even dreading the inevitable lieu of "told ya so's" heading my direction from Vector, the little tit.
HAHAHAHAHAHA, SHE FUCKING KISSED ME.
SHE KISSED ME, HA.
I can't believe that just happened, there's just NO WAY my luck is that bloody good. Streuth. I dunno, I've been sat here laughing like a dipstick for the last 10 minutes now, trynna order me thoughts... I sorta thought I might've been drunker than I'd reckoned and imagined the whole thing, but nah... there's no mistaking that.
Of all the ways I thought tonight might end, that was deffo not one of 'em. If anythin it would've been me doin the kissin, quickly followed by swift (albeit tactful) rejection, I honestly never reckoned she'd be interested after everythin she went through, specially with the likes of me. I've been tryin ta just be a mate, I didn't want to be a sleaze or anythin, but... I mean I've wanted to ask her out since we first met almost, I don't think I could have invented a sheila more after me own heart even in me own head, as close as Didges. I felt pretty fair dinkum guilty when the first thing I felt when I heard she'd split with her bloke was hope. I mean, she was so cut, I wouldn't have wished it on her in a million years.... but I guess things happen for a reason, maybe? Hopefully....
She's like a goddess on that stage, wielding her ax (and fuck can she ever) and singing from her soul. I ain't seen nothin on Earth as brilliant as her smile... I'd make a right tit out of meself (and frequently do, though unfortunately not on purpose, haha) just to make her laugh. AND now that I know I have a chance, that I aint barkin completely up the wrong tree, I'll be damned if I ain't gonna go for it. I spent a long time across a lotta distance learnin how ta live to be happy, so this is the time to prove it's worth, Jo...
I'm so stoked I don't even have emotion left to feel embarrassed over drunken LJ cock-ups and I ain't even dreading the inevitable lieu of "told ya so's" heading my direction from Vector, the little tit.
HAHAHAHAHAHA, SHE FUCKING KISSED ME.