weekend ramdomness
you know what i realised? it doesn't fucking matter. who the fuck cares?
so i go and get thoroughly paraletic, leave a 4.30, get home by 4.50, lie in bed till 5.20, get up, have a shower, manage to make avocado on toast and a cup of tea for breakfast, go down to the salon by 6, and am still paro when i wander down the catwalk at 10, fall asleep and almost fall off my chair while they're judging, then on my finaly trip down the catwalk they start playing thunderstruck...
so what else am i to do but STRUT the fuck down that thing, do a dropknee rock god salute with both hands and the tongue at the end of the catwalk, and then proceed to air guitar off stage left? i had about 300 people cheering for me.
i was still paro and was hallucinating from lack of sleep. it felt like i was on the best drugs money could buy. hahah.
anyway, we scored 3 awards for hair involving me. and i wasn't paranoid about my butt cos i was too paro to notice.
anyway, i think i had a good one.
till next weekend.
xo
so i go and get thoroughly paraletic, leave a 4.30, get home by 4.50, lie in bed till 5.20, get up, have a shower, manage to make avocado on toast and a cup of tea for breakfast, go down to the salon by 6, and am still paro when i wander down the catwalk at 10, fall asleep and almost fall off my chair while they're judging, then on my finaly trip down the catwalk they start playing thunderstruck...
so what else am i to do but STRUT the fuck down that thing, do a dropknee rock god salute with both hands and the tongue at the end of the catwalk, and then proceed to air guitar off stage left? i had about 300 people cheering for me.
i was still paro and was hallucinating from lack of sleep. it felt like i was on the best drugs money could buy. hahah.
anyway, we scored 3 awards for hair involving me. and i wasn't paranoid about my butt cos i was too paro to notice.
anyway, i think i had a good one.
till next weekend.
xo