Carpet burns
What is wrong with me?! I've not blogged for so long, because I do fuck all!!! i've turned from party girl into Pauline Fowler.
Last Thursday had Melissa and Polly round for a curry and a few bottles of wine. Had a doctor’s appointment on Friday because I have had lingering cystitis for months. I have been putting off going and trying to treat myself, cos a, I hate doctors and b, I know they will give me a course of antibiotics for an entire week, which will stop me from drinking. Fook that.
Anyway, it got pretty unbearable, so I relented and went to the quacks and got the antibiotics. I have only started them today though, thus enabling me to get shit faced over the weekend. Maybe if I drink vodka and cranberry? Cranberry’s good for cystitis is it not?
Friday night I stayed in and had a Chinese. Matt was doing my head in cos I thought we were going to go out for tea and a few drinks, but he had other ideas. He was wedged in front of the football with a pack of stella and a face like a dropped pie.
I realise his job is quite demanding, but he really stresses out about it and let it get to him. I can’t relate to that at all as work doesn’t rate that highly in my life. I couldn’t give a shit about it. But he does work in sales and it is quite cut throat. It is not my idea of fun though staying in Friday night listening to him moaning and trying to give him pep talks etc. Stropped off upstairs and got into velour house suit and grabbed book ready for a night in. I asked him if he wanted a Chinese ordering seen as though we weren’t going out for dinner and had no food in. He said no because he was in a mood. I knew the minute it arrived he would fucking want some, so I still ordered extra. He came round a bit after we had eaten, we watched a bit of TV then bed for 11. How rock and roll is that?
Saturday, woke up wanting bacon sandwiches but needed bread from the shop. As you all know, I haven’t got a license as I keep failing the fucking test, but thought I would just nip out in the car to the shop whilst Matt was asleep. It’s only round the corner. Managed the journey fine. Pulled up outside my house and got copped by the nosey old neighbour George who congratulated me on passing my test. I had to lie and go along with it! The thing is, I can’t get picked up now from outside of my house for more lessons as George will bust me!!
Made bacon butties and coffee then cleaned the house from top to bottom like a maniac. I cleaned my leather sofas with that rip off solution that you are conned into buying when you buy the sofas. Did some washing. Bollocked Matt for being a lazy twat again. Went out to the White Rose on a mini driving lesson. Tried to park the car in a bay really fucking badly! Bought brushed stainless steel microwave (as old one blew up) clinique foundation, body shop cover up stick and 24 grolcshe.
Drove home, made Sunday lunch, even though it is Saturday, settled down to watch the match in lovely clean house and lots of beers!
Watched the x factor, which made me cry when the little black boy and Trevor the little white boy got booted out. Even Matt got emotional! Bed for 11.30.
Got up Sunday at 11 am, Matt had planned to do some appointments in Mansfield and my mum lives near by, so I’m at my mums for Sunday lunch while he does what he’s got to do. My Mum’s Brother Wayne (he is only 30 though, big age gap) was over for lunch too with his girlfriend Emma and his lovely little daughter Phoebe. I’d also arranged to see my old best mate Natalie to come over to my Mums to for lunch so I was quite looking forward to it. Mum did quite a good job of cooking actually; I always dread what she will make. Was rather impressed with her chocolate sponge pudding, which were indeed chocolate muffins cut up in a big bowl, warmed in the microwave and disguised with custard. Genius!
Matt came over later after he had finished and had microwaved left overs.
On our way home, we called in at a pub and had a couple of pints and cheesy chips. By then, I had a massive urge to get pissed, so we sped back to Leeds and went to Mojo’s in town and got lashed until 11 pm. Stumbled in the house and had drunken shag in the front room before going to bed.
Got up late for work again, taxi in.
Last Thursday had Melissa and Polly round for a curry and a few bottles of wine. Had a doctor’s appointment on Friday because I have had lingering cystitis for months. I have been putting off going and trying to treat myself, cos a, I hate doctors and b, I know they will give me a course of antibiotics for an entire week, which will stop me from drinking. Fook that.
Anyway, it got pretty unbearable, so I relented and went to the quacks and got the antibiotics. I have only started them today though, thus enabling me to get shit faced over the weekend. Maybe if I drink vodka and cranberry? Cranberry’s good for cystitis is it not?
Friday night I stayed in and had a Chinese. Matt was doing my head in cos I thought we were going to go out for tea and a few drinks, but he had other ideas. He was wedged in front of the football with a pack of stella and a face like a dropped pie.
I realise his job is quite demanding, but he really stresses out about it and let it get to him. I can’t relate to that at all as work doesn’t rate that highly in my life. I couldn’t give a shit about it. But he does work in sales and it is quite cut throat. It is not my idea of fun though staying in Friday night listening to him moaning and trying to give him pep talks etc. Stropped off upstairs and got into velour house suit and grabbed book ready for a night in. I asked him if he wanted a Chinese ordering seen as though we weren’t going out for dinner and had no food in. He said no because he was in a mood. I knew the minute it arrived he would fucking want some, so I still ordered extra. He came round a bit after we had eaten, we watched a bit of TV then bed for 11. How rock and roll is that?
Saturday, woke up wanting bacon sandwiches but needed bread from the shop. As you all know, I haven’t got a license as I keep failing the fucking test, but thought I would just nip out in the car to the shop whilst Matt was asleep. It’s only round the corner. Managed the journey fine. Pulled up outside my house and got copped by the nosey old neighbour George who congratulated me on passing my test. I had to lie and go along with it! The thing is, I can’t get picked up now from outside of my house for more lessons as George will bust me!!
Made bacon butties and coffee then cleaned the house from top to bottom like a maniac. I cleaned my leather sofas with that rip off solution that you are conned into buying when you buy the sofas. Did some washing. Bollocked Matt for being a lazy twat again. Went out to the White Rose on a mini driving lesson. Tried to park the car in a bay really fucking badly! Bought brushed stainless steel microwave (as old one blew up) clinique foundation, body shop cover up stick and 24 grolcshe.
Drove home, made Sunday lunch, even though it is Saturday, settled down to watch the match in lovely clean house and lots of beers!
Watched the x factor, which made me cry when the little black boy and Trevor the little white boy got booted out. Even Matt got emotional! Bed for 11.30.
Got up Sunday at 11 am, Matt had planned to do some appointments in Mansfield and my mum lives near by, so I’m at my mums for Sunday lunch while he does what he’s got to do. My Mum’s Brother Wayne (he is only 30 though, big age gap) was over for lunch too with his girlfriend Emma and his lovely little daughter Phoebe. I’d also arranged to see my old best mate Natalie to come over to my Mums to for lunch so I was quite looking forward to it. Mum did quite a good job of cooking actually; I always dread what she will make. Was rather impressed with her chocolate sponge pudding, which were indeed chocolate muffins cut up in a big bowl, warmed in the microwave and disguised with custard. Genius!
Matt came over later after he had finished and had microwaved left overs.
On our way home, we called in at a pub and had a couple of pints and cheesy chips. By then, I had a massive urge to get pissed, so we sped back to Leeds and went to Mojo’s in town and got lashed until 11 pm. Stumbled in the house and had drunken shag in the front room before going to bed.
Got up late for work again, taxi in.
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