![]() This week has been one of those weeks where sleep has gone out of the window for some odd reason that I just cant seem to put my finger on right now. Now dont get me wrong dear readers, I am not complaining as I have had a rather good week all in all. Yes a hectic week that went down something like this: Sunday: God Dam Grasshoppers. Why to they persist in bothering me so? Its not as if I am a grasshopper slayer so what is their beef? Maybe they are trying to tell me something? Spit it out grasshoppers or leave me the hell alone as when you are visiting me at home I cant get no sleep! Monday: Work was involved at some point but so was alcohol as I met up with an old repping buddy that I had not seen for 5 years. In true repping fashion, he arrived hammered and got back on the coach hammered. Yes it is fair to say that in the few short hours we had together catching up, a lot of alcohol was consumed whilst fighting for airspace in the rampant need for tales to be told. Catching up with ex reps can be a marathon of not just breath but also the need for all the beer in Marmaris to be consumed. Thank god he was not here overnight! Tuesday: No hangover. What an odd feeling due to what I consumed the day before. Dontgetit.com, but am I complaining? Hell no as I had serious amounts of work to catch up on due to the previous days worth of neglect and alcoholism. Plus bingo and quiz to host and a visit to Joanne the minger thrown in too! As the minger was in great need of a chat, so was the need to consume more alcohol, however it didnt last long as my poor defeated butt was desperate for sleep, so home I went. Wednesday: Other than work I had a date to prepare for. With whom you may ask? Well as you other 4 readers had not asked, I had to accept an invite from the non perverted (much to my disappointment) Yanki. Just to clarify, not disappointed that the Yanki had asked, disappointed that he was not perverted :) Once more, fun, food, one too many cocktails were had, some loss of memory, not much sleep, and some good old fashioned drama in the form of silly drunken queens who think they rule the world. Apparently the Yanki and I went on a lying spree that involved us being married and him being Russian. Why? Who the hell knows but I blame the Long Island Ice Tea's. And I say apparently as that is where the loss of memory comes into play. Funnily enough, Kastro had to be dumped and left to weep into the night in fear that Mother would never return again. Silly Kastro! We all know who Kastro is by now right? Thursday: Just kill me now... Yes the hangover that hadnt visited on Tuesday joined in this time around. I would like to say that I actually considered giving up alcohol on this sorrowful day, but what actually happened was me considering having a Bloody Mary instead. I didnt do it though. No honestly I didnt. I didint have a drop of vodka in the house and the thought of dragging my British butt to the shop just for a bottle of vodka in broad daylight was just too humiliating to actually go through with. So the hangover prevailed in its full glorious outrage right the way through the day and right the way through the night whilst hosting the Karaoke evening at the hotel. All I can say here is that it was not pretty and I dont wish to feel like that ever again. Ever, ever, ever, ever, ever. Friday: Day 2 of the hangover. Even Celine Dion could not do this mo fo any justice. But I powered through anyway being the trooper that I am as I had so much to do! After work I escaped to the hairdressers for a much needed root touch up and pedicure, then met up with Sister for a bit of a nonce around town and some serious pigging out. Once I started to feel half human again, it was off to Kipa (the supermarket) to stock up on beer for the imminent arrival of another repping buddy coming to stay for a week arriving on Sunday morning. Well, the beer didnt last long as I am just a pig. Oh, and the Yanki came around for a DVD fest. Actually not so much of a DVD fest as only one DVD was watched. I seemed to have my 'questioning the universe' head on and seriously there is no better person to do that with than someone that studied Quantum Mechanics. I think he may be regretting the lack of DVDs watched now as I managed to keep the poor Yanki talking right through till 7am. That's some questioning skills I have, right? :) And in between, some good old fashioned hate texts from the ex snappy dressing suitor that wanted the key. Dear god they never fail to surprise me. Seriously. As he had announced that he wanted to talk (and I obviously did not, nor will I ever) he threw his dummy out of the pram and told me this: 'OK you cant see me again, I dont want you, you do this every time'. Urm, Hello? WE FINISHED COS YOUR A FREAK...! As the Yanki and I were going through pics of Ex's (as you do), I had a look at the the silly ex snappy dressing suitors facebook page. To my absolute horror I found that instead of being deleted and blocked like expected after receiving hate mail, the odd bod had shared on his page pictures of me drunk and asleep. Do I even need to say a word more to show how much of a psychopathic looser this dude actually is? Well, if you insist: This dude is a super freak! But the Yanki and I had a nice time non the less (well I did anyway with my torrent of questions, cant vouch for the Yanki). Saturday: All I can say is Im tried. Tired of living by this point actually. Tired of alcohol, tired of freaks, loosers and snappy dressers, tired of work, tired of not being able to have the energy to make it through the day and tired of shaving. Why does leg hair have to grow so fast? And to top it all off I had to spring clean the pad due to my ex repping buddy arriving in the wee small hours of the morning. And crap. We drank all the beer. Double crap, its 12am and I have to pick up my friend at 4am. Nosleepforme.com Just one more crap to add to this scenario, my friend likes to drink. God help me getting through this next week. Funnily enough, I have now realized why I have been so bloody tired. Ahh the life of a single socialite abroad. I've had enough now, can Scottie please beam me back up?
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