I was thinking I was going to get rid of this blog, but I mean. I'm fucking retarded and always have something to write about.
Long weekend..
Thursday was my last day at the old job. Copious amounts of beer, cake and pizza. Pretty substantial step up opposed to T*'s "BYE." (the last job I had, I worked for a year and was great friends with all, put in a million hours of unpaid overtime and the last day was acknowledge by T* -ex-manager- writing 'bye' at the bottom of the page on the day diary. hurt feelings.) A party was had and awesome girl from the office drove me home. I rewarded her with my gift of a sequined bra from my latest OP-SHOP raid. I couldn't find it straight away and ripped the house up in my drunk state. *sigh*
The night was spent on the fail porch. Some stupid random girls in fancy dress turned up and jumped on Zap as he slept, acting like it was his biggest sexual fantasy to be woken up by wonder women and a school girl, but in reality, its Zap, he was pissed off and they were ugly. R turned up, I don't know how to act around him. It's hard. I wish we had always been friends.
Hogtied the crap out of H with masking tape.
I had set aside Friday to do stuff for my art, I got through a lot and had planned to do more but Bunny Boy rang and insisted I came and joined him at Southbank, he sounded like he was having a good time so I ditched my art adventures and made it to the bar in a light speed of 3 hours.
I maintain he is a jerk, but I don't know why I'm into it. He gets a ten for his dark curly hair and stubble.
So I get there, he is there with a friend, I go to the bar and get a drink. We chatted about crap I don't care to remember the whole time waiting for his friend's "friend" to get there. The friend declares that he and the friend he is waiting for are 'only friends' but he wants to 'hit that'. Her name is *Cuntfuckwhore and but I think nothing of it.
After a few beers, well.. 6, Cuntfuckwhore arrives. I only see her from the back but I instantly recognise her.
Cuntfuckwhore happens to be the same Cuntfuckwhore that slept with my ex and told all her friends to hate me. She spent a little while chasing my ex, though it didn't take much persuasion from her, slept with him, and basically everyone else I know. Her friends fucking hated me, because I guess Cuntfuckwhore wanted to be my exes girlfriend but the ex wouldn't leave me and I didn't know he was fucking good ol' syphilis. One day, I found out, through a good friend at the times boyfriend. (Her boyfriend tried to fight the ex for being such a scumbag, and ironically, cheated on his girlfriend with Cuntfuckwhore). This news was confirmed by a text message Cuntfuckwhore lovingly sent me. Not long after we broke up, the ex and Cuntfuckwhore were together, but it wasn't long before she cheated on him.
Admittedly, I'm still really bitter.
So she gets there, and I immediately start shaking and getting upset. I tell Bunny Boy I'm leaving but he looked after me and convinced me to stay.
So there I am.. sitting in a group of 4, one of the people being my mortal enemy. The situation is not good. I can't leave because that would mean she won. What are the chances of this! we're from an hour away..
I stick it out. I'm in an extremely odd mood.
The group decided to head back to the friends apartment. Bunny Boy kept trying to hold my hand. What a wanker. I didn't want it look like we were together to Cuntfuckwhore because she would probably try and sleep with him too. We were walking in front and I went to return his piggy back ride but as he jumped he accidentally lifted my dress and exposed my butt Cuntfuckwhore, the friend and a bunch of tourist.
Well, so far the night is going well.
The friends apartment was amazing, it was on the 40th floor of some inner city apartments. How do I end up in situations like this? some penthouse with my fucking enemy. I didn't have to deal with her after that, he and her, of course went straight to the bedroom.
I hang out with Bunny Boy, the friends ridiculously good looking flatmate and his ridiculously good looking girlfriend. Conversation was good. BB and I got some wine. The wine ended me. I don't know where the flatmate went. I remember someone laughing because the curtains were open and I was apparently giving him a lap dance, that's very unlike me. That's really embarrassing, what the fuck was I thinking.
My phone starts ringing.
Its B.
Its bad news.
A friend from school had unexpectedly died the day before. Apparently a brain aneurysm. He was the boy that I used to sit next to on the bus. My favorite memory was when we did a art project together in grade 8, and while wrestling fell into some white paint. The paint didn't get on him, but my pants, my only school pants were covered in paint. I ran into the bathroom and took the pants off trying to scrub the paint off. Then an entire sports class of a few grades above walked in.
He was only 18. I used to hang out with him Thursday nights when I was working at Sanity. Its so hard to know he is not going to be around anymore. He would always be at gigs and wearing his hat backwards..
So..
I started crying.
and that bitch saw me cry.
again.
BB walked me to the train station, I came home. I think I yelled at Zap about something and dived about in the hedge looking for my cigarettes I had thrown there that morning in my attempt to quit.
I woke up at 3:30 to some fucking annoying tune, really sick. I couldn't get back to sleep, of course so I lay there until I had to get up for work thinking about how sick I felt.
Work was no-go.
I felt so fucking sick.
I made H come and cover for me and lay on the couch at my parents house until it was time to crawl to the 'Phantom of the Opera".
Which would have been amazing if I wasn't sick.
I bumped into parklife Jules, Kim, Josh, Adrian and Leah. Brisbane is way too fucking small.
Today I met with Toby and Andrew for a drink of 'infused vodka'. We talked about what happened.
Its so fucking sad.
