2002-07-12
Thursday nights have gotten out of hand.
Boozy lunch with the girlies in lieu of passing university. (yeah yeah)
Boozy lunch slipping into boozy dressing in the form of pink champers and vodka.
The death bar, cheap drinks and constant people.
The death bar closed so we moved to neighbouring establishments.... and drank more and more vodka.
Then there was the dancing on tables, the gay men saviours, the boy from university ignored until last night, the emo boy who made out with his housemate....... and miss marni and I getting in at 5am chanting 'wussssssssssssss' to wake up pretty lady who had retired hours earlier.
(read devastatingly drunk.....)
This morning miss marni wasn't doing too well, miss anna was sleepy and miss megan's body was so fucking sore.... (but don't blame the shoes.... ever!!!)
lots of writing of late, lying in the sun writing to warm my cold hands.....
Trying to work out what to do with it all, there is some volume now, something more than this, I want you to feel it and touch it and smell the ink..... I want it to be more flesh than this.
fleshing it with the lucksmiths this weekend, and making the most of the weekend as always.
I love it all and we passed unifuckingversity.
"don't talk about exgirlfriends, don't talk about the past, lets talk about how much you like me and alllllll thatttt"
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