Made a big mistake last weekend. Decided on friday that, despite having a 13 hour shift the following day, I'd go out and kick it free style with jane and dave in a pimps and hoes party. The plan was to go home round midnight and brace myself for tommorrows hardship. As things stood I left at 3ish with everyone else and spent the night on a friends sofa. got a few hours sleep and then went straight to work feeling very manky. by about 5pm everything was just kinda spaced out and blurry and sore. legs felt dead, feet of clay crumblin away and hands a network of cuts and scrapes from clumsy hands. Still, no one but myself to blame-after all, a young chap wantin to go out with friends and socialize? Fucking ridiculous aint it?
Felt a bit sad there actually-in the expensivo club we went to. There was a bunch of hoeishly dressed women dancin with bob-all of them spoken for-so I gotta force myself not to perv. Just find it kinda mocking and taunting in a way. It has often been stated that i'm a tad messed up in that regard. TV puts this idea in your head that a student in the big city goes out and pulls, copious sex and everyone doing everyone. then you get there with your little village mentality, find out its all a bit shallow and the guys are arses and the women are bitches and you can't even start to try and meet someone cause you don't have a clue how. blah blah blah so loney lah lah lah the love of a good woman would make everything sooo much better. kinda doubt it really.
Reckon thats the 1st time I dropped the F bomb here actually. bob is a changing. time was when folk at highschool made fun of me cause I wouldn't swear and now i'm cussin away like a dirty old bastard deprived of his hooch. aint the only change either. couple years ago i was generally described as being aimiable and laid back to the horizontal. a discription of me now goes along the lines of "angry alkey" readin back made me realise basically every entry was marred by talk of boozing so i guess that's how i come across.
so sunday was shit to, chef came in pished as a fart and had to make sure he actaully cooked stuff right. had some real problems gettin to sleep cause i was just too damn sore. monday was uber stressed after learning of an assignent due that very day. fortunatly it was the highly anticiptaed JCW night out wooooo. Drank a lot and just spilled my guts out to Ross, which i found to be highly theraputic. see ladies, we manly men got loads a feelings all bubblin away like a bit of potASSium in water, just need the hooch to make em surface. no mans an island but we all act like icebergs, only a little bit of ourselfs pokin out the top. bit of a mistake-see a trend emerging?-as i failed to catch up on all the sleep and readin i been missin out on.
thought of the day-gays fine, but camps a bit bloody annoying
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There is a change in you indeed. I could almost swear I saw grammar in that post.
i do not think you're an alcoholic...even though every conversation we have usually winds back to me telling you to cut down on the drink...chin up rob, it twill all get better eventually sometimes life hits a crappy stage every now and again.
I have your yo-yo indeed I do. I was going to give it back to you but i forgot it was in my pocket. I'll return it to you next week.
Until then, I shall practice my round the world dog walking.
*wheeeee*
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