No place like home
I'm back from Paris yay!
So, I was planning on coming on and giving a day by day account of the fabulous time I had while in Paris, the city of love. However, I think before my trip even reached it's halfway point, I decided I was having such little fun I'd rather have layed down in the middle of one of their MILE FUCKING WIDE roads and be ejaculated on by passing mimes. Speaking of mimes, the ones in France aren't very good at all.
Everything in Paris was overpriced. In one café, a can of coke was 4 Euros 20... That's something like £3.
I had stuff on my mind... Yes, most of it involved Rhiannen. I need her number.
The friends I had on the trip were cocks. Bobby was (generally) okay, which was surprising. However, when Dan wasn't being a miserably hungover bore, he was telling ME to cheer up and chill out. Plus he kept taking digs at me for no reason. Quite annoying. Craig was either throwing tantrums when he was in a bad mood, or just being his hyper, geeky self when he was in a good mood. Either way I found him quite annoying. Plus he and Bobby kept arguing. I also felt like I was everyone's bitch. It wasn't like "so, what are we going to do guys?" It was more like Bobby asking Dan what we were going to and then me just tagging along. I missed out on several things I wanted to do just because they wanted me to follow them instead... I could have got to see the grave of Surrealist painter Max Ernst but instead going to see Jim fucking Morisson's.
I'm a two faced prick. Craig has this whole him-against-the-world thing where he hates pretty much all people, but I seem to be one of the few he actually likes. However, I bitch about him behind his back and make fun of him. I feel bad about it. He does annoy me though. But I annoy myself.
On the last night we stayed up all night drinking. I had two glasses of red wine, and about one pint and seven cans of lager. So yeah I was drunk. After breakfast I made myself sick so I wouldn't puke on the coach. I was still a bit drunk when we left the hotel, but I went to sleep on the coach for like 4 hours, and when I woke up I'd sobered up. I told myself I wasn't going to get drunk, but sadly enough, the only time I could actually bare being around the annoyingness of everyone was when I'd been drinking. Ah well, I have some nice bruises from our drunken play fighting as souveneirs.
So, I was planning on coming on and giving a day by day account of the fabulous time I had while in Paris, the city of love. However, I think before my trip even reached it's halfway point, I decided I was having such little fun I'd rather have layed down in the middle of one of their MILE FUCKING WIDE roads and be ejaculated on by passing mimes. Speaking of mimes, the ones in France aren't very good at all.
Everything in Paris was overpriced. In one café, a can of coke was 4 Euros 20... That's something like £3.
I had stuff on my mind... Yes, most of it involved Rhiannen. I need her number.
The friends I had on the trip were cocks. Bobby was (generally) okay, which was surprising. However, when Dan wasn't being a miserably hungover bore, he was telling ME to cheer up and chill out. Plus he kept taking digs at me for no reason. Quite annoying. Craig was either throwing tantrums when he was in a bad mood, or just being his hyper, geeky self when he was in a good mood. Either way I found him quite annoying. Plus he and Bobby kept arguing. I also felt like I was everyone's bitch. It wasn't like "so, what are we going to do guys?" It was more like Bobby asking Dan what we were going to and then me just tagging along. I missed out on several things I wanted to do just because they wanted me to follow them instead... I could have got to see the grave of Surrealist painter Max Ernst but instead going to see Jim fucking Morisson's.
I'm a two faced prick. Craig has this whole him-against-the-world thing where he hates pretty much all people, but I seem to be one of the few he actually likes. However, I bitch about him behind his back and make fun of him. I feel bad about it. He does annoy me though. But I annoy myself.
On the last night we stayed up all night drinking. I had two glasses of red wine, and about one pint and seven cans of lager. So yeah I was drunk. After breakfast I made myself sick so I wouldn't puke on the coach. I was still a bit drunk when we left the hotel, but I went to sleep on the coach for like 4 hours, and when I woke up I'd sobered up. I told myself I wasn't going to get drunk, but sadly enough, the only time I could actually bare being around the annoyingness of everyone was when I'd been drinking. Ah well, I have some nice bruises from our drunken play fighting as souveneirs.