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okay..mmm...livejournal, a new adventure. I just figured its an easier way to keep in contact that isn't myspace. a lot more simplistic by the looks of it as well.
today wasn't the best of days. I feel like somebody took my brain out of my skull and stuck a big nail right through the centre. without anaesthetic, and then placed the thing right back in there. It's called the flu...what a terrible nonsensical word by the way;"flu", they could've at least baptized it something a little more fitting like, "fucking miserable state of uncomfort".
I had quite a weekend. I'll refrain from retelling friday night, but my saturday night turned out very interesting. Sonja gave me a call at about three that afternoon claiming that I had absolutely no excuse and that she was going to come pick me up in an hour and we were sleeping at biffy's house in seapoint. Save the fact that I had minimal sleep and nausea I submitted to their plans. Evening started out all innocently with southern comfort on the balcony over the sea, watching this amazing sunset and talking about boys. next thing I know the bitches are strapping 4inch black leather stilletto boots to my feet and forcing me to go to this larney-ass place called "ignite" in camp's bay. feel that there is no need in argueing and pretending to be my polar opposite for one night should not be too damaging. Biffy insists on footing the tab and two cocktails later the alcohol in my blood from the previous night seemed to take some effect again. The three of us had a dandy good time until this guy came to sit at the table next to us, it was so obvious that he was scoping zithe out, and she wasn't complaining...we were on our way home so I offered to take the guy her number. we sit ourselves by the bar and I casually walk over to this guy and tell him my friend wants him to have her number. the other two somehow got involved in mild flirtation with the barman and on my arrival two tequila shots and some green milky-type substance were waiting for me. This guy runs up to biffy and says thanks for the number, after a brief exchange of words, it turns out that this guy is one of her relatives (like twice removed or something!) ha! we felt like such idiots.
We went back to their flat and found zithe's mom looking all demure. she's so skinny from being on teh atkins that we told her we figured she had to see the outside world. strapped her into a pair of stilletto's and ended up going to rhodes'house at 2 in the morning! I really felt like I was adopting some form of alter ego..dancing on those cheesy hiphop songs and drinking expensive drinks. Like my name was supposed to be "cathy" or something...ugh.
anyways. sunday spent lazing around and watching grey's anatomy by my lonesomes...and how good is it that italy won the footbal!!!!woo hoo!
today wasn't the best of days. I feel like somebody took my brain out of my skull and stuck a big nail right through the centre. without anaesthetic, and then placed the thing right back in there. It's called the flu...what a terrible nonsensical word by the way;"flu", they could've at least baptized it something a little more fitting like, "fucking miserable state of uncomfort".
I had quite a weekend. I'll refrain from retelling friday night, but my saturday night turned out very interesting. Sonja gave me a call at about three that afternoon claiming that I had absolutely no excuse and that she was going to come pick me up in an hour and we were sleeping at biffy's house in seapoint. Save the fact that I had minimal sleep and nausea I submitted to their plans. Evening started out all innocently with southern comfort on the balcony over the sea, watching this amazing sunset and talking about boys. next thing I know the bitches are strapping 4inch black leather stilletto boots to my feet and forcing me to go to this larney-ass place called "ignite" in camp's bay. feel that there is no need in argueing and pretending to be my polar opposite for one night should not be too damaging. Biffy insists on footing the tab and two cocktails later the alcohol in my blood from the previous night seemed to take some effect again. The three of us had a dandy good time until this guy came to sit at the table next to us, it was so obvious that he was scoping zithe out, and she wasn't complaining...we were on our way home so I offered to take the guy her number. we sit ourselves by the bar and I casually walk over to this guy and tell him my friend wants him to have her number. the other two somehow got involved in mild flirtation with the barman and on my arrival two tequila shots and some green milky-type substance were waiting for me. This guy runs up to biffy and says thanks for the number, after a brief exchange of words, it turns out that this guy is one of her relatives (like twice removed or something!) ha! we felt like such idiots.
We went back to their flat and found zithe's mom looking all demure. she's so skinny from being on teh atkins that we told her we figured she had to see the outside world. strapped her into a pair of stilletto's and ended up going to rhodes'house at 2 in the morning! I really felt like I was adopting some form of alter ego..dancing on those cheesy hiphop songs and drinking expensive drinks. Like my name was supposed to be "cathy" or something...ugh.
anyways. sunday spent lazing around and watching grey's anatomy by my lonesomes...and how good is it that italy won the footbal!!!!woo hoo!