December 2009
61 posts
“why dont you girls just talk untill fucking next spring”
– Jamie matthews. (why dont you girls talk instead of fucking whispering?!) telling me & sofia off for giggling in a half asleep four way spoon.
ERGH: CLOTTED CREAM sofia says whilst smearing it all over her scone, finally joining me & byron after we’d spent the whole day on a paul boutiques bag search. epic fail. spending money on series i know i’ll get addicted to. by had to keep me entertained in town for several hours whilst sofia was being working class earning a keep with minimum wage benefits. road tripping to barry,...
i want to go back to london. there’s not one day that goes by when im not thinking about november 6th. there’s so much i would have done differently. lets rewind & do it all over.
christmas eve. work work work. eve dinner with the family. hot chocolate soundtrack whist munching on the most delicious food ever. wrapping last minute bought presents. saw the christmas tree for the first time this month. went to bed with wet eyes after watching too young too die. woke up nice & early to open presents. spoilt for choice. throwing crumpled wrapping paper all over the living...
“better put mine under my arse then”
– Sofia: she likes to melt her eclairs.
thank you mister postman for delivering my brand new & glassjaw tickets safely today. I LOVE YOU.
Dear Santa. all i want for christmas is a mistletoe kiss. Thank You
“ergh. tastes like st. fagans”
– Sofia: after taking a bite of a mango.
Saturday: bad day for sofia = bad day for me. nearly quitting work.. bad times. forgetting about everything on a night out. getting to gatekeeper to meet bebebabe betti, where we shared two bottles of wine. wankered. moving onto clwb after bumping into the bartons birthday crew, woolway & kieron, pricebot, dan strange & craig. welsh clwb was absolutely packed. expected for the last...
Friday: work was awesome. had lotsa visitors which made me *smile* alexi montana, byron, tom thumb, matt & the hooi, bevan. keeping me entertained during my entire shift.. leaving work at 9pm. getting home in a PARTY frame of mind. sat down & accidentally stayed there. all night. epic night in.
Thursday: working my ass off as per usual with the bene-babes. spending my evening watching american history x in jamies flat with matt, calvin & sof. getting told off constantly every time we opened our mouths. people should know by now, the costas don’t watch films silently, its physically impossible.
Wednesday: decided it was about time to take my radio work into uni seeing as it’s already 3 days late. we met byron there & after a mini drive home because sofia forgot her debit card. went window shopping. after being tempted to buy a zillion things i cant afford, me and sofia went to grab tom esscot and woolway for a meal at frankie and bennies. a 10 inch pizza to share, whilst we...
Tuesday: woke up nice & early to go meet la and minoli; we had planned a mini mission to see some reindeers in the middle of nowhere, driving the whole way singing to taking back sunday. cutting up an old fragile couple as soon as we got there. welcomed by a huge hot chocolate and a flapjack. jo treated us to an animal tour, there was a retard goat with one horn, an amazing donkey with human...
“Do you reckon your dad was gutted when the johnny broke?”
– Matt Roberts. crossing the line.
“Do you reckon your mum was gutted when you came out? and tried to push you back...”
– Matt Roberts. fowl mouth.
monday: predictably: work work work. twist: girl’s night at minoli’s. jo la ello sarah and lo. eating jelly babies, looking through postal porn. ordering delicious noodle box, gossiping, swapping embarrassing childhood stories, jelly beards, jo’s soup. by 9 i had to pick up sofia from work. Climax: we then decided to go chill at jamie & matts flat, where we snuggled and...
ALL WORK & NO PLAY MAKES JACK A DULL BOY.. totally understanding this statement. i am dying, the thought of being in work by 9 tomorrow is throat slitting. reminding myself constantly ive got a day off tuesday && wednesday *huge grin* i am gonna treat myself, im going shopping & im not gonna feel shitty about being over my overdraft, because i deserve a new dress god damn it.
saturday night: tempted to go out but never
sunday night: tempted to go out but never
FUCK MY TIRING WORKING LIFE.
god i cannot wait for a day off so i cant actually go shopping myself, instead of serving people who are lucky enough to be out spending money.
“Why do i get the feeling i’m gonna hear about this on Tumblr?”
– Byron. after i nearly pissed myself in the photocopying room.
HECTIC. another early morning- as usual. waking up to a text telling me my cousin’s 11 weeks pregnant & i am beyond excited. everyone’s having babies, it’s crazy. woke up to an empty bed because sofia was already at work. i somehow managed to write a whole essay in 2 hours. got ready & into uni the quickest i possibly could, where i met byron and sofia who had...
“i cant smile ..my face is to heavy”
– Sofia’s reaction to this: http://www.bme.com/tattoo/A70321/high/bmepb486109.jpg
This morning was spent giggling my digital media class at abnormal faces with sofia & byron, instead of doing the assigned work. Then going home.. typing out 1,500 words of shit to hand in on friday. and now I’m gonna do some printing, cutting and pritt-sticking into my scrap book. wow I’m over loaded with work. is a day of rest to much to ask?
“do you know what you look fit mate.. i’d have a go”
– Byron’s reaction to seeing this: http://www.thinkempire.com/blog/uploaded_images/face-tat-746937.jpg
Tuesday: spent half of the day recovering.. forcing myself out of bed & into class. getting nervous about having to do our ten minute LIVE radio show. being left till last, accidentally distracting the whole class whilst they did theirs; the walls are not as sound proof as i thought. chilling with the guys and getting bullied by my lecturer: “wow you look hungover” ..holdstock was...
“Jager Bombs are so nice.. but i dont want to talk about them today.”
– words of a hungover alcoholic. sofia.
oh what a monday. starting the day stupidly early, having to be at the benefit counter by 9am. luckily the day went pretty fast with sofia filled lunch breaks, secretly perving on the nero cafe trainee, gossiping with betti & polly-jean visits. grabbing sofia from work and being rushed to the train station by polly, we went home & got ready for an epic night out. getting to gatekeeper by...
Sunday: working till stupidly late then having ten minutes to get ready for a birthday meal is not recommended. however daddy paying for drinks is. driving to some random caravan place for adrians meal, where we were greeted by the entire shaw family, already smashed. trying to search for the mildest curry option, munching on popadoms while teasing adrian about being a 65 year old. i forgot how...
lets-not-go-out-on-a-saturday-night. epic night in with take out, a scary movie & falling asleep on the sofa by eleven. god being a working lady is more tiring than expected. what a struggle to stand. getting home was beyond a mission, getting on a barry train to avoid waiting in the rain for half hour for the right one. which turned out to be mistake one, missing our stop and ending up in...
“I’m gonna put that poster by there so if i get a morning chubby i can sort...”
– Jamie Matthews, referring to the poster we made him.
Friday: our first invite to jamie’s new flat. a room full of furniture they didn’t want & eletrical cables hanging from every wall. but some good potential, once he’s put up our homemade poster & brought his pet rat diego. lots of giggles with jamie matt & sofia on their “denim” sofa after checking the landlords check list, “bedroom like mothers in...