So after the heartache and upset of Bank Holiday Weekend (which was gotten over rather quickly...i was shocked) i decided to spend the week just gone being a little my active and productive with my time.
Monday i went to a friends and cooked a perfectly adequate spag bol with shit all ingredients. I do not know why people cannot learn to cook or use ingredients properly. I did well under the circumstances.
Tuesday was food shopping day which was ended with the eating of Kangaroo burgers.
Wednesday i went to a "musical concert" and saw 3 very very good bands. Marianne and i also wangled free merch which was excellent for everyone involved. I only had to write my email address down in some random guys notebook...i'm not even sure he was connected to the band now :D
Thursday was drinking day. Now the story is that i find a guy at work very attractive. He's got a lovely voice, he's confident, funny, flirty and nice enough bloke. We went for drinks a couple of weeks ago which ended up with me back at his watching anime films and drinking more beer, then stumbling home at 1am. Anyway i decided to have another evening with him (he is a fabulous ego stroker) along with some guys i work with and some other friends and had a fabulous evening. Much flirting was done and too much alcohol was drunk. However...
Friday was spent hanging out of my arse and feeling very sorry for myself but having promised work i would go out for team building bevvies i had to endure another evening in the pub. Oh and watching Matt sucking the face off his new squeeze. Lovely. I've never had my ego go so limp so quickly. Never mind i got in at a respectable Midnight, fell asleep on the sofa and awoke with the cat on my face and Ben looking at me.
Saturday i had to go to work and now ive consumed my own weight in pizza and watching Britains got talent! Oh god kill me now...
2 comments:
at least there was pizza...
It was the wrong Pizza. Booo
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