This morning was domestic goddess with house spick and span, homemade cake in tin, and entertaining friends.
Am now spot riddled drunken lush about to pass out in chinese takeaway coma. Happy days!
Showing posts with label drunken ramblings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drunken ramblings. Show all posts
Friday, August 07, 2009
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Cinderella
WEll its saturday night and I have been out and have come back. cant believe it is only half twelve, and im home. oh, and I;m pissed incidentally, so pardon the typing. And i'm starving. should have got a kebab but didnt so am now eating chicken pasty and wishing it was hitting my empty stomach a bit qiucker.
saw new years eve man out tonight. did i ever finish new years eve post?? Cant remember but nothing too exciting anyway. no action for me!
am annoyed with myself for having a darren wobble tonight. may be why i'm now pissed? and ahem, dont moan, it may be boring for you (its boring for me!) but theres no point having a diary blog and then censoring it for fear of upsetting readers. so bollocks.
think ive been doing pretty well. no choice really. i knew hed be in touch and he was. but i guess i thought it would mean wed either sort it out or get some closure. that didn;t happen cos he bottled it. anyway, songs are annoying and make me think of him. that "all my life, watching america" song was the thing that started it tonighyt. annoying. wish it was out of my head forever. ho hum
what is it with all these really annnoying game show things on telly just lately. you pay 75p to guess and win however many thousands. there seem to be loads of them. i could do with wining a couple of thousand, thats for sure.
cant be bothered to type anymmore. think i will read a few blogs and then go bed. night
saw new years eve man out tonight. did i ever finish new years eve post?? Cant remember but nothing too exciting anyway. no action for me!
am annoyed with myself for having a darren wobble tonight. may be why i'm now pissed? and ahem, dont moan, it may be boring for you (its boring for me!) but theres no point having a diary blog and then censoring it for fear of upsetting readers. so bollocks.
think ive been doing pretty well. no choice really. i knew hed be in touch and he was. but i guess i thought it would mean wed either sort it out or get some closure. that didn;t happen cos he bottled it. anyway, songs are annoying and make me think of him. that "all my life, watching america" song was the thing that started it tonighyt. annoying. wish it was out of my head forever. ho hum
what is it with all these really annnoying game show things on telly just lately. you pay 75p to guess and win however many thousands. there seem to be loads of them. i could do with wining a couple of thousand, thats for sure.
cant be bothered to type anymmore. think i will read a few blogs and then go bed. night
Friday, November 03, 2006
Pissed!
In a vain attempt to get rid of my crappy cold I am two glasses into a very strong bottle of dessert wine (my favourite), and being a lightweight am now decidedly pissed!
In fact I realise that by the effort it is taking me to type/spell.
And I really shouldn't blog when I'm drunken because I just want to blurb about DM and how much I miss him, and how good my life was a year ago, and how we should be buying fireworks and hot dogs and beign together and getting married and fucking and loving and everything else. He hated dessert wine by the way. A lot of people do. I love it!! It's 15%, oooer!!
And I want to text him, really really want to tex him. And I can't because I dont have his number, to stop me from texting him when I get drunk and it all pours out.
And if i cant text him and cant have him I want to text SG, but i cant do that either because he's not DM and he's married and i'm backing off. and now Im horny thinking about them and it sucks. and i think i shoudl throw my phone away because in this drunken state which doesnt happen very hoften I cant be trusted.
Fukcing ring me DM, you bastard. fucking ring me!
In fact I realise that by the effort it is taking me to type/spell.
And I really shouldn't blog when I'm drunken because I just want to blurb about DM and how much I miss him, and how good my life was a year ago, and how we should be buying fireworks and hot dogs and beign together and getting married and fucking and loving and everything else. He hated dessert wine by the way. A lot of people do. I love it!! It's 15%, oooer!!
And I want to text him, really really want to tex him. And I can't because I dont have his number, to stop me from texting him when I get drunk and it all pours out.
And if i cant text him and cant have him I want to text SG, but i cant do that either because he's not DM and he's married and i'm backing off. and now Im horny thinking about them and it sucks. and i think i shoudl throw my phone away because in this drunken state which doesnt happen very hoften I cant be trusted.
Fukcing ring me DM, you bastard. fucking ring me!
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