warmlove's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Who the devil is this Lady Ga-ga?! #I need some new stilettos/cant walk down the street in those# Hehe, and I has a suprisingly awesome night out in Camden the other week. Used to think that place was cursed for me. Especially after vomit-fest '07. Shudderrrrr. Dark Days. But then it was a night out with Andrew and Anna. Always a sign of guaranteed good times a-plenty! I 'pulled' some random 'air guitar','rock gurning' 'all-singing, all-dancing' Camden man. haha. Makes me laugh that kinda thing, especially if your friends happen to be looking on in amusement. The perverts. Some really think its a big deal, like you are betrothed or something when you shall not see the mystery man you locked lips with ever again! But he haunted me all the way home! He got on the same night bus as us with this girl and took the exact same route as us home. We kinda made eye contact and then swiftly pretended not to notice each other and he went home with some mystery girl who I think he knew before that night but I'm sure wasn't his girlfriend unless he's reaaaaaaalllly not worried about her discovering him foolin' around with randoms in Camden Indie clubs! Just got back from a short but sweet Salisbury pub trip. Was meant to be meeting Heather and Soph but when me and Cord walked in it was a bunch of blokes with them from 6th form who neither of us had seen for like 5/6 years so that was a bit bizarre. It was fun but sometimes it seems like its a bit irritating and strange to try and recap your life for the past 5 years to people you haven't seen for that entire time. you can kinda reminisce about a time you vaguely remember or just chat like you've never met which I sometimes prefer. Kenny came out too, alternating between snarky comments and quietness so i end up over compensating and talking loadsa shit to try and get him to open up a bit without the need for copious amount of booze! Also spent Saturday going to the beautiful Swanage sand dunes with Dad and Jess and Mollie and Poppie. So gorgeous. Though as we wondered up into the dune scrubland an extremely disturbing, yet not unexpected sight confronted us: A wrinkled, floppy, distinctly Non-Jewish NUDE MAN came bounding towards us. Wow. I did NOT know where to look! His crotch I felt was the best place giving this mature gentleman a polite nod as he passed and bent down to tickle poor Mollie-dogs head!! Suffice-to-say me and Jess guffawed for a good 10 minutes after he had frolicked off to be, as Justin would sing: NEKKID somewhere more remote, like. I'm back to London tommorow, feeling all fresh and happy from a lovely rural-beachy weekend. Balls, though, its midnight and I still havent finished making me Maaa her Mothers Day card yet. Better get glueing.... 10:31 p.m. - 2009-03-21 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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