Life on the rock is surreal.
It's surreal because despite the fact a great deal of my friends
have gone,
I am having the best time with the few friends
...I have left.
I was wrong to think I would be bored, lonely
and left with nothing to do...
on the contrary!
I AM SO BUSY I NEVER HAVE TIME TO MYSELF
(explains why blogging this month has been at its minimum)
I'm not going to put this right in riddles...
I think the time has come for some
classy bullet points.
See, what happens is... I
1. meet Annie and Daisy everyday for lunch at the post office, 1.30 sharp.
2. have midweek sleepovers, eating shitty £1 pizzas from Iceland.
(Apparently they freeze their food for YEARS and because of inflation sell it off with a little proffit - bastards)
3. try to make it to the gym at least twice a week
4. get the (fucking) bus twice a day, 5 days a week
5. get ridiculously ruined on friday night
6. sober up with X factor and a 'gurls night in' on saturday night
7. still cook a killer sunday fry up
8. work 8.45am - 5pm, monday - friday
9. file
(today was epic as I got to pick staples out of paper and then scan the paper onto a computer)
10. don't actually hate my job,
but I certainly don't want to be a 'filing clerk' for the rest of my days.
It's a means to an end.
There are other things I need to catch up on
Birthdays, Halloween...
but for now
all you're getting is
'random drunk times'
Enjoy.
beautiful emma, beautiful dress
and beautiful nails
Looking for the party
...These guys showed us the way
Annie LAW left Liverpool for the weekend and came home
Lizard Channel
Not so sober after dinner with the work collegues.
(after dinner with the work collegues I may have snogged a 16 year old unknowingly - yes, I did just say snogged - I may have winked at a man I decided was called Paolo and I may have woken up in the morning wondering how the hell I got home...)
Great night.
Happy blogging!
p.s. I don't have a taste for minors, I promise!!
:/
