The Date

Does he know he's the fallback guy?
That everything I shall say will be a lie.
That torture seems easier than asking the Other the inevitable.
And assuming what the answer will be,
I'll fallback on the other guy.

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"I'm So Over Guys Who Don't Know We Exist."

She said in contempt.



Friday was the kind of night it takes two days to recover from and still I'm nauseated and getting flashbacks of horrific incidents. From The Sun to a club in Aldgate to a mission to find a open KFC (or even PFC) to crashing in my friends bed to breakfast on bricklane, I managed to create a night full of regrets and incidents I'll never forget. I thought I left the wild nights behind in Manchester, but evidently not. Maybe it's what I'm good at...Entertaining the masses!

I'm so Bo-Ored with Lukewarm gigs and Alcoholic fuelled nights I'm afraid it's going to become my reality and not my meanwhile.

I have random numbers saved on my phone, I reffered to myself as Jim ? I danced to F****ng annoying electro music stupidly shouting "Whens the lyrics gonna kick in?" I arranged a date with a guy my friend likes (biiig no No) hence the blog title. And

Why why why does it seem like the best idea in the world to ring up people when you are drunk? Major grovelling was to be done the next day.

I'm so sorry. But we're Cool right?

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To be Blunt.

blunt 
1. having an obtuse, thick, or dull edge or point; rounded; not sharp: a blunt pencil.
2. abrupt in address or manner: a blunt, ill-timed question.
3. slow in perception or understanding; obtuse: His isolation has made him blunt about the feelings of others.

Here in London people like to say what they feel I was in a pharmacist in Bethnal Green and I asked for some perfume, the girl behind the till blurts out like she has tourettes

"Oh my God it's just your so Cute and Pretty."
How on earth do you respond to that?
Walking through Westfields a girl steps in my path and shouts "I like your style"
Odd.
"Your hair is gorgeous, is it real." to which I tug it."Oh I thought it was a wig from Topshop" Topshop?

Nervous laughter followed by a "Awwww thank you" is now my response.
I'm not used to people being so verbal with their thoughts.
Still I appreciate it while it lasts.

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The Pedestal

Last night I truely enjoyed a night out in London, I was reunited with my old friend R, mingled with Posers at Off Modern a La Elephant and Castle, met a Marxist, nearly got dragged down in a Scenester filled mosh pit watching Bo Ningen; who I thought were a bunch of Psychadelic Anarchists Brilliant! despite the hype I liked them.

Watched digital Art on a comfy sofa whilst mildly drunk on huge wide screen. Trippy.

I was so ecstatic in finally meeting up with R I didn't give a Flying F*** about the Posers.I would have been happy wherever he took me. He makes me laugh such a nutjob apologising for the space in a club. It's a shame about the Pedestal I'm on...we are still the same goofy kids bonding over The Cramps and The Cure I'm still the weird girl with the wild hair, boots and short skirt, just wiser. I still want him as my own but I don't think he'll ever outgrow his akwardness. Shame.

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