It seems like only a few hours ago I was sitting on this sofa, almost exactly as I am now, watching 'Zombie Strippers' with S and feeling hungover but happy after a night of fun and frolicks at the Zombie Ball. I didn't have a care in the world. Now, things are different. I've had some news which isn't exactly BAD news, but it isn't amazingly good either... this news complicates things for a member of my family. Things are not going to be easy over the coming months and it's been worrying me. So, being a complete dickhead, I went out on Friday night and drank my own body weight in Tequila just to forget about it all. Saying that makes me sound like a complete headcase, but it wasn't CONCIOUS as such- I didn't make a decision to solve the problem with alcohol, but you know how it is- the more you drink, the better you feel about whatever it is that's getting to you. One minute I was wandering about behind the church on the high street, looking at the gravestones all lit up and creepy under the streetlights, and then the next thing I know I'm halfway down C and V's toilet being the most sick I've ever been. I spent the whole of yesterday in bed, actually convinced that I was going to die, only getting up to be sick again. I had to drag myself out of bed at half seven to wash, walk into town to rescue my car, then drive out of town to run a club night because the girl who usually does it had a funeral or something to go to. I sat there until midnight but no-one showed up, so I gave the Dj a lift home and then went home myself. What a waste of life.
B was out clubbing with C, so when I got in the house was empty. I flung myself into bed and slept, albeit badly. I kept waking up and checking the time, which ended up confusing me as the clocks went back which meant once during the night when I checked the time, it was like I had woken up before I went to sleep. So odd.
Anyway, I still feel fucking terrible today. I have so much to do- poledancing class tomorrow, work, my OU assessment is due in on Friday.... and now, all this PERSONAL SHIT to deal with too. The answer to my problem was not at the bottom of the tequila bottle, that's for sure.
I met this awesome guy last night at the bar. I was just sat there because there were no customers, and he was working the door. I was trying to do some work and he kept asking me questions- he really annoyed me at first, actually. But then he got chatting to me, told me all about his family. He said he had a 12-year-old daughter who always has her head in a book- that's why he wanted to talk to me. He said I was pulling the same face as she does when she reads. Sweet guy. He was 43 but he looked about 29- I said to him, 'where are all your wrinkles?' and he just laughed and said, 'they're all on my ass.' He really cheered me up.
Last week I said to S that he's on self destruct.
Actually now I think that might apply to me too.
Moan whinge bitch ;P
What a delightful first post. Nothing like starting how you mean to go on is there? :P
xx
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