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May 12, 2007 02:33

Ummm... so it's half 2 in the morning and I left the 80s club at dead on midnight.

This means I've spent at least 2 hours talking to my parents about girls, sex, hypnosis and psychology.

I'm the most drunk I've ever been in front of my parents and what worries me is I've just given mother a full psycho-analysis of her closest family including why both her brothers have unstable lives and why her tarot reading and telepathic links with family members are more likely to be pure coincidence.

This shit is cracked up... I don't even want to think about what I said relating to the photo Ell took of me with some random girl.

This is definitely not supposed to happen :p

/edit (2:50am) - My dad came to pick me up and stood on the high street. As I left the club to walk to where I thought he was picking me up, he came towards me in a dark coat and hat. I didn't have my contacts in. I thought my dad was a drug dealer and treated him as such. I gave the standard answer "it doesn't matter mate" (you should always answer a dealer or chav like this if you want to avoid trouble), he called me a blind [bastard?] and I could tell I could have done better ;)
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