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Best laid plans
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I am such a miserable drinker. I could never start in the morning and drink straight through until evening. I’d require hospitalization. When I was dating, all the women I went out with were able to drink me under the table. So embarrassing. All you want to hear from a girl is, “I’m a bit tipsy. Take me!” All I ever heard was “Excuse me, are you drunk already?” I’m not bragging. I hated it.
Can you post the sexting messages? Or PM them to me? I’ll PayPal you $1.00.
I’d love to hear a girl say that! Well, not any girl.
You might have that gene that is quite common in Southeast Asian people, but often encountered elsewhere, which makes your tipping point quite a fine one. Kirsty’s got it, I think. She has to be very careful as the boundary between being merry and being ill is a slim one for her which is a little bit of a shame as she’s quite a good time girl. As long as I stick to beer, or wine, I know exactly where I’m going. 1, 2, 3, 4… I know exactly what I’ll feel like. It’s nice, I don’t feel out of control.
Early editions of today’s post contained a bit of the detail of what I was saying to Denise but I deleted it this morning. It’s between us, it’s special and I value it and I value her friendship very much and I shouldn’t betray anything that is between us.
However, it might have involved this lipstick (the dark red one) and she sometimes wears one of these.
Oh bloody hell, let’s change the subject!
Hey Loobs. Just to give you a bit of delicious schadenfreudey goodness, I am taking 42 9-11 year olds to London for 3 days tomorrow. THINK OF ME. And I have to leave the house at 6.15am, so THINK OF ME some more.
You will be in my thoughts, honest! I’ve done that only once when I had to take my 8-9-y-olds to the Tate, but that was only 30 of them and it was a day trip. But three days, all the sleeping arrangements. Really you have my sympathy.
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