Another day another dollar
Another working week drawing to a close.
We breath a sigh of relief, not because it's the weekend, but because Terry isn't going to post our link on the Rugby club site.......thank fuck!
Not that I'VE anything to worry about......hahahahaaaaaaaa much!
So it's Friday and we are yet again ready to party, just spoken to Tina Arena, she's so excited she could wee.......poor Girl was on nights all last weekend.
Can't really remember what i've done this week, all the alcohol has frazzled my brain.
Tuesday, how i made it through the day is beyond me........did feck all in the evening but flatten the sofa.
Wednesday was much better, did the usual shite as work, running round like an idiot after mad millionaire boss, dropped Matt's Mums juicer off on the way home (i love Matt's mum she rocks), she insisted on giving me a crate of Stella.......Oh go on then!
Phoned Whitter in the evening, quite perplexed as to why she never phones, emails or txts me anymore (bearing in mind we've been friends for 20 years), "Oh" she says "i just read the blog, so i know what you're up to and that you're happy and okay".
Tried to explain to Sam very slowly that being friends is a 2 way thing and i might want to know what SHE is up to, Oh how we laughed.
Watched desperate housewives and some other drek.
Thursday, fannied around all day being the most professional P.A in Britain, fetched him from the hairdressers, took his trousers to the tailors, personal shopping in Harvey Nics, lunch runs, made sure the garage filled his harley Davisons tyres with Nitrogen, booked his parents on the 18.15 flight home from Malaga tomorrow and made sure his Father got wheelchair assistance, ya di ya!
Also licked his ringpiece till it was nice and shiney!!!!!!!
Also phoned Sarah (in not so sunny) for a whole hour in works time, how can you get dumped by someone who hasn't even just put the bell end in (friendly like). He sounds mental, i'm going to visit in 2 weeks and will have a word with ginger, skinny, specker tractor driver!!
Called at Marlenes on the way home and took her chocolates, never mentioned the house not selling, just talked about crap mainly.......she chortled over me and Matt being in the Fronteir wearing a cardigan and cufflinks respetively.
Did not tell her that i went home and fucked AP 4 times and hardly slept a wink, she indeed would not approve of any such slutty carrying on in her daughters abode.
Funny how the person that brought you into the world, turns out to be the person who knows you least of all.
Home, bathed, waxed, plucked, preened, self tanned, had a curry watched Footballers wives and Peter Kay.
SO tonight with it not being a bank holiday, just the real residents of Clecksville will be out, i'm sure we'll manage to have a good time.
Tomorrow morning i am departing for the Peak District, as i have an exclusive invite to the Sugdens double birthday bash at their 8 bedroomed mansion.
Only draw back is that ex boyfriend of 5 yrs is attending with his new wife (feel slightly uncomfortabe as the last time we spoke he did admit to still fantasising about me).
The thought did cross my mind to take Andy Porriat to
A. Intimidate or beat him to a pulp.
B. Talk him to death.
C. Wow all party goers with his interlect, social skills and ability to consume large amounts of alcohol without yakking up the walls.
D. (the truth) spill the beans, yeah i've been sleeping with Karen for nearly 3 years, yeah you know how it is, she's a nice lass, yeah, it's nowt serious like, yeah!
Haaaaahaaaa, if i didn't laugh i'd cry!!
Still it will be a top party, full of doctors, dentists, teachers and the like!
Oh yeah and more drink and drugs than you can poke a stick at.
Monday morning, the Priory then?
We breath a sigh of relief, not because it's the weekend, but because Terry isn't going to post our link on the Rugby club site.......thank fuck!
Not that I'VE anything to worry about......hahahahaaaaaaaa much!
So it's Friday and we are yet again ready to party, just spoken to Tina Arena, she's so excited she could wee.......poor Girl was on nights all last weekend.
Can't really remember what i've done this week, all the alcohol has frazzled my brain.
Tuesday, how i made it through the day is beyond me........did feck all in the evening but flatten the sofa.
Wednesday was much better, did the usual shite as work, running round like an idiot after mad millionaire boss, dropped Matt's Mums juicer off on the way home (i love Matt's mum she rocks), she insisted on giving me a crate of Stella.......Oh go on then!
Phoned Whitter in the evening, quite perplexed as to why she never phones, emails or txts me anymore (bearing in mind we've been friends for 20 years), "Oh" she says "i just read the blog, so i know what you're up to and that you're happy and okay".
Tried to explain to Sam very slowly that being friends is a 2 way thing and i might want to know what SHE is up to, Oh how we laughed.
Watched desperate housewives and some other drek.
Thursday, fannied around all day being the most professional P.A in Britain, fetched him from the hairdressers, took his trousers to the tailors, personal shopping in Harvey Nics, lunch runs, made sure the garage filled his harley Davisons tyres with Nitrogen, booked his parents on the 18.15 flight home from Malaga tomorrow and made sure his Father got wheelchair assistance, ya di ya!
Also licked his ringpiece till it was nice and shiney!!!!!!!
Also phoned Sarah (in not so sunny) for a whole hour in works time, how can you get dumped by someone who hasn't even just put the bell end in (friendly like). He sounds mental, i'm going to visit in 2 weeks and will have a word with ginger, skinny, specker tractor driver!!
Called at Marlenes on the way home and took her chocolates, never mentioned the house not selling, just talked about crap mainly.......she chortled over me and Matt being in the Fronteir wearing a cardigan and cufflinks respetively.
Did not tell her that i went home and fucked AP 4 times and hardly slept a wink, she indeed would not approve of any such slutty carrying on in her daughters abode.
Funny how the person that brought you into the world, turns out to be the person who knows you least of all.
Home, bathed, waxed, plucked, preened, self tanned, had a curry watched Footballers wives and Peter Kay.
SO tonight with it not being a bank holiday, just the real residents of Clecksville will be out, i'm sure we'll manage to have a good time.
Tomorrow morning i am departing for the Peak District, as i have an exclusive invite to the Sugdens double birthday bash at their 8 bedroomed mansion.
Only draw back is that ex boyfriend of 5 yrs is attending with his new wife (feel slightly uncomfortabe as the last time we spoke he did admit to still fantasising about me).
The thought did cross my mind to take Andy Porriat to
A. Intimidate or beat him to a pulp.
B. Talk him to death.
C. Wow all party goers with his interlect, social skills and ability to consume large amounts of alcohol without yakking up the walls.
D. (the truth) spill the beans, yeah i've been sleeping with Karen for nearly 3 years, yeah you know how it is, she's a nice lass, yeah, it's nowt serious like, yeah!
Haaaaahaaaa, if i didn't laugh i'd cry!!
Still it will be a top party, full of doctors, dentists, teachers and the like!
Oh yeah and more drink and drugs than you can poke a stick at.
Monday morning, the Priory then?
posted by Karen @ 10:13 AM
1 Comments:
At 1:13 PM,
Anonymous said…
Yes
It's official
(It must be true, it's on t'internet)
I am the crappest friend in the whole wide world. :o(
Sam.
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