2004-07-17 - 1:57 p.m.
I am pensive. I believe that word is from the French, penser. To think. I am thinky.
I hate this sombre Babs. The fun one is out there somewhere, still drinking and dancing and otherwise living it up.
But frankly, I'm not sure I like her much either. She is such a ho! a lesbian, lesbian dirt ho!
Ah, the Annandale last night, I'm pretty sure you had to be there. For some reason every other time I go to the Annandale the bunch of people I am with declare I am a lesbian.
If only I liked chicks.
Also I apparently "eat a caramello koala like a porn star". That's probably something you never needed to know about me. I'm big on the show and tell today apparently... mainly the tell.
It was good, though, a bit crazed but something. I may have been drunk. In the cab I couldn't find my seatbelt and then I nearly couldn't put it on myself. Hard to really say if that was inebriation or prototypical blonde behaviour. Plus I didn't actually drink much, so unless I was drunk on life or something I'm not sure I really understand.
Not that I have managed to understand anything ever. I spent a good three hours last night trying to convince my bed to turn into a venus fly trap and just swallow me up ... it failed, obviously.
I don't have this in me today. Maybe tomorrow.
I hate this sombre Babs. The fun one is out there somewhere, still drinking and dancing and otherwise living it up.
But frankly, I'm not sure I like her much either. She is such a ho! a lesbian, lesbian dirt ho!
Ah, the Annandale last night, I'm pretty sure you had to be there. For some reason every other time I go to the Annandale the bunch of people I am with declare I am a lesbian.
If only I liked chicks.
Also I apparently "eat a caramello koala like a porn star". That's probably something you never needed to know about me. I'm big on the show and tell today apparently... mainly the tell.
It was good, though, a bit crazed but something. I may have been drunk. In the cab I couldn't find my seatbelt and then I nearly couldn't put it on myself. Hard to really say if that was inebriation or prototypical blonde behaviour. Plus I didn't actually drink much, so unless I was drunk on life or something I'm not sure I really understand.
Not that I have managed to understand anything ever. I spent a good three hours last night trying to convince my bed to turn into a venus fly trap and just swallow me up ... it failed, obviously.
I don't have this in me today. Maybe tomorrow.
