warmlove's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Black Einstein and a Diamante phone #But you work in a shirt with your name tag on it/ Drifting apart like plate tectonic#
Boxing Day we had a shit load of my Mum's side of the family round for a party. It was about 40 people or suming. I spent almost the whole time entertaining the my seven year old twin cousins and my other four year old second cousin and my tiny five year old cousin ...My God, they/we trashed my room at some point between Hide and Seek and the Girls Aloud dancing competition. Really fun though, bless them...I feel like I'm still seven inside you know.p> Actually I did get to spend time with the 'stoned Uncles' in the front room that they took over during the party. To clarify, they weren't ALL my Uncles (Uncle Frenchie was there and another guy, Cee, who kept tugging at my black beaded necklace, asking if he could have some of them...at the end of the night when he asked AGAIN if he could take some of my beads...maybe he thought thay were Rasta beads??...my wonderful Granma shouts at him 'Leave the child alone!!')(soooooo funny!) And, also, they weren't ALL stoned and they werent ALL drunk (just one or the other or both I suppose). And to clarify again, on my Mum's behalf who I talked to earlier about this, None of them were drunk and/or stoned because they are Black-Carribean Jamaican men from near Brixton. I'm demonstrating a stereotype you see, My Mum worries that people judge and make judgements and all that jazz so I'll clear-ify! We had 3 turkeys too, all the size of big fat babies I must add. My Uncle Frenchie gave all of us (4 and 5 year old kids included)a talk about how Christ MAS is Chris ROCK's The day after the day after Boxing day (work phoned the day after Boxing day at 10.30 in the morning asking if I could work that day on my day off...'Fuck no' would have been my answer if i really didnt care, but I do so I said ' oh, I would if I could but ive got stuff on that I really cant gat out of...sorry' then I went back to super-glueing coloured diamante stones to my mobile phone at the breakfast table as I ate leftover Boxing Day party rhubarb crumble...Ex-auntie Celia wasn't impressed.)anyway, day after I went out to (not my frigging choice I might add) my work for a few drinks (the boring kind of pub night where theres no hope of the evening developing a life of its own and being, you know, fun and not over after two and a half hours). Not to offend the four people I was out with, or at least not two of them, but I knew I wasn't going to have a great time. I'm fussy and every now and again really easily bored and sometimes I have an on-and-off List of beyond awesome Christmas presents I got: * The cutest baby pink, feathery I could go on but frankly I'M bored of me. x
11:45 p.m. - 2005-12-30 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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