the weekend has landed
..Feeling.. Dishevelled
..Wanting.. To get twisted
..Wearing.. Black pinstripe pants, wooly grey jumper, my funky pink & black Vans.
..Listening To.. Airbase - Genie
..Smelling.. Paul's disgusing ARSE
..Quote Me.. The day that I die is the day that I'll shut my mouth and put down my guitar.
WICKED! This has been the most ass-fucked week. I am sooooooo glad its over. Flavia is away which means Lucy and I do three times as much work each, which means I get all pre-menstrual and angry, and my workmates get scared of me, which makes me feel guilty. Hey, we can't all be on all the time I guess.
Tonight it's Shanon's birthday thingie at the Elbow Room in Shoreditch. I have never been to Shoreditch, so it might be interesting. I'm pretty sure I am going to get very, very fucked up tonight, and I'm really looking forward to it. Since when am I not looking forward to getting fucked up though, eh... Meh.
Last night I went round to Tamz's and Ross cooked us Thai food. I was really tired, so I'm afraid I wasn't in quite the right mood for visitors. The fact that I had to do the dishes as soon as I got to MY SISTER'S house kinda pissed me off. You get invited round for dinner and then have to clean the kitchen before it gets cooked? Fuck that. I suppose I really am just part of the furniture in that house though, so it doesn't really matter that much.
This morning at work Paul clipped his fingernails and deliberately tried to get the clippings to land on me. Then he picked his nose and wiped his findings on my desk. After that he lifted one arse cheek and farted at me while holding up a plastic megaphone to his anus. Absolutely charming. He's lucky I'm not exactly the most normal of girls or he would probably be missing a testicle right about now. I guess living with Ross, Tom & Clay for so long kinda desensitised me to the whole gross boy thing. Sometimes I shock my workmates with the crap that comes outta my mouth. Anyway, on the Paul issue, I dunno how at ease I am with this. We get on really well and have a great laugh, but he's sort of starting to take the piss a bit. Getting me to make him coffees and things, which I don't mind doing, but at the same time it sort of seems like one way traffic. I got a bit pissed off at him yesterday, over a completely hypothetical situation - I was talking about skiving off work and ducking out somewhere to have a cheeky spliff in a joking way, and he said 'Yeah ok, let's go'. I replied that he'd have to supply us because I'd run out and he said 'Oh sorry then, we can't cos I'm saving it for a special occasion.' I guess I overreacted, getting a bit shirty about that stingy response, but how many times have I let Doug roll monster spliffage out of MY stash when we're out on the piss after work? Bit of give and take here people, weed is not cheap, especially when you're on my salary. Motherfucker. Anyway, I won't be bringing my weed out next time I go out with the workmates. I'll just take pills instead and have a laugh of my own without the aid of weed. Also on the Paul subject, Patrick emailed me today after Paul and I went down to the shop together and said this: 'I noticed, though I could be wrong, some tenderness between you and Paul.. am I right?' I just emailed back saying 'No, we're just mates, why?' but I haven't had any reply. Meh. We do get on well and I like him very much, probably wouldn't say no if the opportunity arose, but its not gonna cos he's got a girlfriend. And I'm on my way to having a boyfriend I guess.
Michael on the other hand is blatantly trying it on with me. It freaks me out. I'm not used to someone being so in-your-face about wanting to fuck me. The thing is, I know that's precisely what it is. He wants to add another name to the list of girls at work he's fucked - and I flat-out refuse. The weird thing about him is that he's really not attractive at all, but he's got this incredibly convincing and charming way of talking to you that kinda makes you go 'I wonder what it would be like..' But it only takes a second for you to slap some sense into yourself. I mean, I can't count the amount of girls in my office I KNOW he's slept with on one hand. For the moment he's pretty much kept the flirting to email and once or twice he's stuck his hand between my legs - dodgy fuck. I'm not having a bar of it though, I actually can't think of anything more humiliating.
Well I seem to be writing some pretty damn pointless entries these days, probably because just as I get going I cut them short. Nevermind though, one of these day's I'll write an actual one that blows everyone away and I'll feel so proud. Haha. Not. Anyway, I'm off to finish off my work. Two and a half hours to go, yeehaa. :)
..Wanting.. To get twisted
..Wearing.. Black pinstripe pants, wooly grey jumper, my funky pink & black Vans.
..Listening To.. Airbase - Genie
..Smelling.. Paul's disgusing ARSE
..Quote Me.. The day that I die is the day that I'll shut my mouth and put down my guitar.
WICKED! This has been the most ass-fucked week. I am sooooooo glad its over. Flavia is away which means Lucy and I do three times as much work each, which means I get all pre-menstrual and angry, and my workmates get scared of me, which makes me feel guilty. Hey, we can't all be on all the time I guess.
Tonight it's Shanon's birthday thingie at the Elbow Room in Shoreditch. I have never been to Shoreditch, so it might be interesting. I'm pretty sure I am going to get very, very fucked up tonight, and I'm really looking forward to it. Since when am I not looking forward to getting fucked up though, eh... Meh.
Last night I went round to Tamz's and Ross cooked us Thai food. I was really tired, so I'm afraid I wasn't in quite the right mood for visitors. The fact that I had to do the dishes as soon as I got to MY SISTER'S house kinda pissed me off. You get invited round for dinner and then have to clean the kitchen before it gets cooked? Fuck that. I suppose I really am just part of the furniture in that house though, so it doesn't really matter that much.
This morning at work Paul clipped his fingernails and deliberately tried to get the clippings to land on me. Then he picked his nose and wiped his findings on my desk. After that he lifted one arse cheek and farted at me while holding up a plastic megaphone to his anus. Absolutely charming. He's lucky I'm not exactly the most normal of girls or he would probably be missing a testicle right about now. I guess living with Ross, Tom & Clay for so long kinda desensitised me to the whole gross boy thing. Sometimes I shock my workmates with the crap that comes outta my mouth. Anyway, on the Paul issue, I dunno how at ease I am with this. We get on really well and have a great laugh, but he's sort of starting to take the piss a bit. Getting me to make him coffees and things, which I don't mind doing, but at the same time it sort of seems like one way traffic. I got a bit pissed off at him yesterday, over a completely hypothetical situation - I was talking about skiving off work and ducking out somewhere to have a cheeky spliff in a joking way, and he said 'Yeah ok, let's go'. I replied that he'd have to supply us because I'd run out and he said 'Oh sorry then, we can't cos I'm saving it for a special occasion.' I guess I overreacted, getting a bit shirty about that stingy response, but how many times have I let Doug roll monster spliffage out of MY stash when we're out on the piss after work? Bit of give and take here people, weed is not cheap, especially when you're on my salary. Motherfucker. Anyway, I won't be bringing my weed out next time I go out with the workmates. I'll just take pills instead and have a laugh of my own without the aid of weed. Also on the Paul subject, Patrick emailed me today after Paul and I went down to the shop together and said this: 'I noticed, though I could be wrong, some tenderness between you and Paul.. am I right?' I just emailed back saying 'No, we're just mates, why?' but I haven't had any reply. Meh. We do get on well and I like him very much, probably wouldn't say no if the opportunity arose, but its not gonna cos he's got a girlfriend. And I'm on my way to having a boyfriend I guess.
Michael on the other hand is blatantly trying it on with me. It freaks me out. I'm not used to someone being so in-your-face about wanting to fuck me. The thing is, I know that's precisely what it is. He wants to add another name to the list of girls at work he's fucked - and I flat-out refuse. The weird thing about him is that he's really not attractive at all, but he's got this incredibly convincing and charming way of talking to you that kinda makes you go 'I wonder what it would be like..' But it only takes a second for you to slap some sense into yourself. I mean, I can't count the amount of girls in my office I KNOW he's slept with on one hand. For the moment he's pretty much kept the flirting to email and once or twice he's stuck his hand between my legs - dodgy fuck. I'm not having a bar of it though, I actually can't think of anything more humiliating.
Well I seem to be writing some pretty damn pointless entries these days, probably because just as I get going I cut them short. Nevermind though, one of these day's I'll write an actual one that blows everyone away and I'll feel so proud. Haha. Not. Anyway, I'm off to finish off my work. Two and a half hours to go, yeehaa. :)