This is love, this is murderous.
I went out for the yummiest dinner EVER on Wednesday night and had some cheeky cocktails too. Got home and put on my new pyjamas and went straight to bed with my bear = best ever. Although when my dessert came with a strange fruit on it, I held it up and asked “Is this an itchycoo?” …I should say things quietly to myself before I say them out loud.
Last night I had many double vodkas and got chatted up by one too many strange boys. Do they sense I’m single and come hanging around like flies around shite? I do attract some stinkers. On my way to the bathroom I had a guy on his knees kissing my hand, which freaked me out to the highest degree, and when he asked for my phone number I said “Oh, ew, no thanks.” I didn’t mean it to be so rude but it just came out! When I got back Sav informed me that his friend said “The most beautiful girl in the world is in here tonight and her name is Emma. She’s amazing.”
…I mean, how lovely is that? And probably the nicest thing anyone has ever said about me behind my back, but I’m just not interested. He was trying to be so sweet to me all night and I was absolutely rubbering him. I feel really awful for that. The one boy that gives me butterflies was in the pub for a bit, but I don’t know why I was happy about that because it’s not like I have the guts to do anything about it. At the end of the night a horrible human being made a repulsive comment to me that made me feel sick to my stomach, but I refuse to dwell on it or allow it to make me unhappy. So that’s that. I woke up this morning with pakora sauce on my shoe, so that suggests a good night out!
I got my hair cut today, finally. I’ve been trying to get an appointment for weeks! The little junior girl was sent over to simply dry my hair after it had been cut by lovely Laura and it honestly took this wee chick about 2 hours. I wanted to grab the hairdryer away from her and say “I’ll do it my fucking self!” I didn’t think I was gonna get out of there before my 21st birthday. I know I have a lot of hair and I know they have to learn somehow but FUCK SAKE she was murder. Heading out to meet Vicky after her work and going to The Solid tonight for drinks. NO WEIRDOS PLEASE!!
“Let’s fall apart together now….”
