So I woke up at six am this morning as a result of my partner texting me, as he'd just finished his work shift. I kept falling back to sleep, then when I eventually woke up at around nine am I had seven text messages from him. He was nagging at me to go round to his house as I hadn't seen him since seven pm the previous evening. He lives across the road so I got my slippers and dressing gown on, popped a chewing gum in my mouth, sprayed a bit of Chanel* and went over.
We lay in bed for a bit watching Scooby Doo (the other day someone said to me 'I don't think I've ever seen the same episode twice' regarding Scooby Doo, I agree strongly with this), then we watched another program where three adults versus three children to create products which differ from episode to episode. The adults won inevitably. I mean, eight to twelve year olds don't have the foggiest about market research (etc)... Do they? Personally, I thought that program was a waste of everyone's time and effort.
I have an uncontrollable urge to go out tonight into Manchester, prefferably the Printworks*, and get stonkingly drunk. But the fact that I have no money and work tomorrow puts me off somewhat. The customers never do appreciate waitresses who have hangover hands*.
*Chanel: perfume, Coco Mademoiselle, I swear by it. It's probably the only perfume I've worn in the past twelve months. It's fucking expensive though.
*The Printworks: an indoor thing in Manchester, with loads of clubs. It's really quite terrific.
*Hangover hands: shakey hands. Never a good thing.
My quote for today: "Politics is the art of looking for trouble, finding it everywhere, diagnosing it incorrectly and applying the wrong remedy" - Groucho Marx.
Who and where is this man? Why is he not the Primeminister and why have I not had sex with him yet?
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2008-06-07 @ 13:34