![]() Well dear 5 readers of mine, as you can see Adele and her dulcet slit your own wrist tunes havent pushed me over the edge just yet. Good news too as I wouldnt have wanted to miss this weeks randomess that is my life. After I finished blogging (and feeling dam sorry for myself) on Sunday I actually managed to drag up the energy to go visit Joanne the minger who was also suffering on the sofa, refusing to drag her sorry asse to work. We moaned a bit about life in general and then after much persuasion by me, we even went for a Sunday roast. It wasnt the best day on the planet, but it wasnt as bad as I originally thought it was going to be. Yes, sometimes life throws you a curve ball that happens not to be the end of the world, but being 1 part of team minger is a bonus as all that make up team minger know that if one minger is down, then they have to do their utmost to bring that minger back on form. Or to at least to the stage where one can see the light through the vodka. The start of the week was much the same as any other, getting over the mingingness that is the 2 day hangover. Sometimes I wonder how I can still peruse a vodka when I have a hangover, but I believe a hangover is like child birth - We forget the pain, otherwise why would we do it again and again and again and again. Didnt do much apart from catch up on the forgotten work of Sunday and hate myself inwardly, but I manned up, pulled through and managed to not go drown myself in a fishbowl. Bravo me!!! Tuesday was brighter. Put it this way, it came and went with the Yanki taking me out for dinner on the marina as he had lost my hit flask and had to pay me back somehow. We managed to argue our way through most of dinner about really ridiculous things, but hey, whats a dinner without an argument of some sort? He came back to mine and I then proceeded to treat him to watching a bit of Lost. God my life is just amazing isnt it? Wednesday was a foul day. I went to the hairdressers to get the roots done and came out with severely short hair. Dam Turkish hairdressers and there lack of listening skills! Lotfi my Tunisian friend was with me for the whole ordeal but that didnt make the situation any better. We were due to be going straight out to dinner after the hairdressers, but as my luck would have it, my hair looked that vile that I couldnt upset innocent people with that image, so we came back to my house instead and I cooked. Although I was traumatized about my hair, we managed to have a nice night watching depressing love story DVDs. Why is it that when watching something lovely like a love story I feel depressed and want to reach for the vodka? Thursday. Well what can I say about Thursday that wont get me into any trouble? It was the most random day known to man. I started out the day with the mission of going on the fake hair hunt. Yes, I just couldnt cope with the shit on my head any longer and like the classy socialite that I am, I took myself off to the market to get some market hair. How gross am I? After getting some gross market hair, I headed to visit Joanne the minger who was perched at the end of the bar in the hotel she works in. There was a random customer also there that we now know as Carol the crank. We got to talking and it turns out that other than being a crank, Carol also claims to be a medium and that I had opened the channels as all sorts of dead folk came visiting me. Hi dead Uncle in South Africa. Apparently some dude called Paul is going to be very significant in my life and I am moving to bloody Zimbabwe???? Urm, please god no? Anyway, voices told Carol the crank to lend me her very very expensive sapphire necklace to give me protection and positivity for the next two weeks. And she said that if I am not feeling better and more positive by the time she leaves, I am to keep the necklace until we meet again. I have a feeling that I wont be feeling too much better until the day after she has gone :) Nooo, I am just kidding. I dont want the bloody amulet to choke me in my sleep after all :) Then after bypassing Kipa like I had done for days and coming home to a house where the fridge and cupboards were and still are bear, Joanne the minger called me up and informed me that we were going out and getting on it. OK I said, obviously. What sort of socialite would be otherwise? To keep the night cheap, I bought a bottle of vodka and took it back down to the hotel where I would have usually used my hit flask for vodka camouflage but couldnt due to simple Yanki losing it. Carol the crank was on the beer and on form with the channeling of dead folks once more, so needless to say, I took full advantage and started asking questions about life, love and career. Apparently I am going to be uber successful. In sodding Zimbabwe. All hail Carol the crank! During this time we were sneakily slugging back the vodka like there was no tomorrow and when I eventually convinced Joanne the minger to leave the hotel it was 1.30am. The thought of going home didnt enter any of our heads, so we hit the beach front for some action. And action is what we got. The gay boys in Cheers were on it again hating on each other in there 'who looks the hottest in there tight white vests' way that they seem to bum off. We moved onto Albatross where I was happy to find the nice gay boys that I love dearly by the names of Jamie Morris and Taz Joseph. They are famous in Marmaris as they do the drag show on top on the Tepe hill. This is were you could have knocked me down with a feather. I was recognized. Yes, me! I was recognized by 2 lovely young ladies that were on holiday (that do not know me from Adam) but are readers of this: My Blog!!!!!! Shock engulfed me, so ladies if I repeated myself with 'I just cant believe you read my blog' a few times, then I am sorry and if I happen to bump into you both again, I will try to have some interesting conversation for you. Still, I just cant believe that people actually read this and like it!!! Thanks ladies! Who's famous now then :) After the thrill of meeting readers, we decided to go for some much needed drunk food. More randomness. Joanne the minger being her usually chatty self got talking to 2 blokes that came to join us. We ended up buying another bottle and drinking on the beach watching the sun rise like a group of tits. The things you do when drunk eh? I was invited out to dinner by one of them, however Im not really sure why as I was downright rude to him if Im being totally honest here. He must have liked it. I doubt I would recognize him again if I fell over him so that counts dinner out. Anyway, another 7am in the morning job arriving home, alone (through choice though), rather drunk and in need of some Gucci snuggles. I love my dog when Im pissed. He gives the best Mummy cuddles. Ugggghh Friday... Hangover and work never works well. Plus I had a meeting to get my arse over to and I was not looking forward to schmoozing. However the universe was looking out for me as the 2 gents that I was schmoozing with were fit fit fit!!!!! God dam I could hardly get the words out of my mouth with all the slavering I was doing. And once again, I was invited out to party with them Istanbul style (but in Marmaris). They are only here till Sunday and then back to Istanbul, so at the moment I am still deliberating on whether to go out with them tomorrow night. I should just do it as they seem really nice and the hotness is an added bonus, but to be fair if they were not very nice people, I dont think I would care as seriously, god dam! Anyway enough drivel from me about hot dudes as its Friday night and Im home alone blogging. Seriously, Im supposed to be a socialite not a sad looser that is home alone on a Friday night blogging. Looserville.com P.S - The fit French dude from when Nathan was here on holiday has informed me that I am very much welcome to go visit him for a long weekend. Hmm, France is so close to Spain, and guess where I am going in October? Look who's happy now? Must be the sapphire amulet that is swinging around my positive neck. Maybe Carol the crank aint such a crank after all? Adele? Back off bitch, your not needed this week! :)
0 Comments
Your comment will be posted after it is approved.
Leave a Reply. |
![]() Louise BellWelcome to my world... Archives
December 2021
Categories
All
|