that drunk bitch
I have a bruise on my spine and a shard of glass lodged in my hand. I don't remember how either of them got there.
as we all got the bus last night to go home, the bus driver looked at me and the half-eaten pie in my hand and was: I hope your not taking that on the bus. And I was like: Oh, sorry! and shoved the pie, without any wrapping, into my bag. The pie filling leaked all through my bag. It was my favourite bag too, and now it smells like pie.
My friend told me later that on the bus I wouldn't shut up about the bits of pie in my bag. She'd say something and then I'd be like; That's great, but there's fucking pie in my bag. And she'd be like; ok, amy. Then every few minutes I'd shout claaaaaaaaaaaare there's pie insides in my bag and it's groooooooooooss.
When I got home I sat in the bath with all my clothes on. (I don't really know why) When I woke up this morning my bra and my shirt and my knickers were floating around in my bath and a lid-less, half empty bottle of tequila was sitting on the bath ledge.
I'm so trashy and I love it.
as we all got the bus last night to go home, the bus driver looked at me and the half-eaten pie in my hand and was: I hope your not taking that on the bus. And I was like: Oh, sorry! and shoved the pie, without any wrapping, into my bag. The pie filling leaked all through my bag. It was my favourite bag too, and now it smells like pie.
My friend told me later that on the bus I wouldn't shut up about the bits of pie in my bag. She'd say something and then I'd be like; That's great, but there's fucking pie in my bag. And she'd be like; ok, amy. Then every few minutes I'd shout claaaaaaaaaaaare there's pie insides in my bag and it's groooooooooooss.
When I got home I sat in the bath with all my clothes on. (I don't really know why) When I woke up this morning my bra and my shirt and my knickers were floating around in my bath and a lid-less, half empty bottle of tequila was sitting on the bath ledge.
I'm so trashy and I love it.