Eeee another week over!
I’d boycotted the blog for a while. Pig sick of writing 1000 word essay to have it chewed up and lost when I try and publish.
I am suffering badly financial wise as a result of bank holiday bender. I am £120.00 over my overdraft and it will be more when I try and rinse more out to go out tonight. For some reason though, I can still keep going out on cheap benders at other peoples expense.
Remember the man from Denmark that I pulled on bank holiday Thursday? Well, I came home from work the other night and there was a card (like a birthday card) waiting for me. Well, you’ve guessed it, it was from him. How bizarre! It said, I had a wicked time the other night and I am back in the UK for a while if you fancy hooking up. And left his mobile number. I didn’t exchange numbers for a reason, mainly cos he wasn’t that fit in daylight and he looked very German. So I figure he must have stolen an item of mail from my house as he got my full address including post code! You resign yourself sometimes when you meet people that you will never see them again and they go invade your post box uninvited!!! I am quietly chuffed though that he went to so much bother getting in touch. I haven’t replied.
Well, after that mid week bit of excitement, Last Friday me and the wife took all our coppers to the machine in Asda to swap for real money. We nearly had a fucking fit when it hit £12.00 and we could buy booze and lasagne ingredients so we could stretch a big fuck off lasagne to feed us both next week. Got home and Damien (or ‘omen’ as we like to call him) had bought 2 bags of coke in and loads of booze.
We threw the lasagne aside and got wasted in the house again. Not good. I turned it in 7.30 Saturday morning.
I got roped into going to a party at a girl’s house from work that I never speak to. She asked me out of the blue and as she was from South Africa, she didn’t know anyone in Leeds and I felt sorry for her. Work mate Lynsey scraped me off of my living room floor and bundled me into her escort to get booze and a card for the random party. This was at 4pm. Arrived at 5.30pm having got very lost round Leeds as I am shite at reading directions and I was still pissed. Turned out to be a great party! Few more Stella’s and I was leathered! Got chatting to a little skater boy who worked for creative nails (??!) and smoked loads of weed with him listening to old dance tracks. He then produced a bag of coke and we got stuck in! got to 11.30pm and I wanted to go home, so sloped off away from skater boy and did one back to lower Wortley. Passed out with shoes on.
This week has been a little dull and I have had lasagne for tea every night. I’m itching to go out straight from work tonight, but have purposely worn shitty work clothes so when I nip into town ‘for one’ I will feel the need to go home. We all know I will be in mint club raving in work coat, ladies bag on shoulder and sensible shoes!! Hee hee!
Or the other option is free tickets for the re-opening of Tiger Tiger (Wank) but there is supposed free booze and food. Starts at 8 so can get changed.
Random afternoon event: An old flame that I haven’t heard from in ages called Matt (fit, work in field sales for the Auto trader, got bird though) out of the blue has invited me to Anglesey. What the fuck! It’s at his mate’s holiday home and his mate and lodger called Julie are going too. He is practically begging me now which is worrying. I haven’t seen or spoken to the guy in months. I asked if his bird was going cos I’m not into that shit. He tells me she’s not invited. Strange…
I am suffering badly financial wise as a result of bank holiday bender. I am £120.00 over my overdraft and it will be more when I try and rinse more out to go out tonight. For some reason though, I can still keep going out on cheap benders at other peoples expense.
Remember the man from Denmark that I pulled on bank holiday Thursday? Well, I came home from work the other night and there was a card (like a birthday card) waiting for me. Well, you’ve guessed it, it was from him. How bizarre! It said, I had a wicked time the other night and I am back in the UK for a while if you fancy hooking up. And left his mobile number. I didn’t exchange numbers for a reason, mainly cos he wasn’t that fit in daylight and he looked very German. So I figure he must have stolen an item of mail from my house as he got my full address including post code! You resign yourself sometimes when you meet people that you will never see them again and they go invade your post box uninvited!!! I am quietly chuffed though that he went to so much bother getting in touch. I haven’t replied.
Well, after that mid week bit of excitement, Last Friday me and the wife took all our coppers to the machine in Asda to swap for real money. We nearly had a fucking fit when it hit £12.00 and we could buy booze and lasagne ingredients so we could stretch a big fuck off lasagne to feed us both next week. Got home and Damien (or ‘omen’ as we like to call him) had bought 2 bags of coke in and loads of booze.
We threw the lasagne aside and got wasted in the house again. Not good. I turned it in 7.30 Saturday morning.
I got roped into going to a party at a girl’s house from work that I never speak to. She asked me out of the blue and as she was from South Africa, she didn’t know anyone in Leeds and I felt sorry for her. Work mate Lynsey scraped me off of my living room floor and bundled me into her escort to get booze and a card for the random party. This was at 4pm. Arrived at 5.30pm having got very lost round Leeds as I am shite at reading directions and I was still pissed. Turned out to be a great party! Few more Stella’s and I was leathered! Got chatting to a little skater boy who worked for creative nails (??!) and smoked loads of weed with him listening to old dance tracks. He then produced a bag of coke and we got stuck in! got to 11.30pm and I wanted to go home, so sloped off away from skater boy and did one back to lower Wortley. Passed out with shoes on.
This week has been a little dull and I have had lasagne for tea every night. I’m itching to go out straight from work tonight, but have purposely worn shitty work clothes so when I nip into town ‘for one’ I will feel the need to go home. We all know I will be in mint club raving in work coat, ladies bag on shoulder and sensible shoes!! Hee hee!
Or the other option is free tickets for the re-opening of Tiger Tiger (Wank) but there is supposed free booze and food. Starts at 8 so can get changed.
Random afternoon event: An old flame that I haven’t heard from in ages called Matt (fit, work in field sales for the Auto trader, got bird though) out of the blue has invited me to Anglesey. What the fuck! It’s at his mate’s holiday home and his mate and lodger called Julie are going too. He is practically begging me now which is worrying. I haven’t seen or spoken to the guy in months. I asked if his bird was going cos I’m not into that shit. He tells me she’s not invited. Strange…
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