Hello and welcome to my commercial blog...I'm not going to lie I have a private one with my best friend (about all those times that we have fallen over on dates, purposely got ridiculously smashed to get rid of a date...or got our dress caught in our pants, which seems to happen to us both an unfair amount or maybe just me.) Anyway...I'm not going to lie...diarys are my downfall and this will probably be the same; see I'm a little bit bad at keeping up with things; for example, I'm pretty crap at texting back, I find it hard to keep up with the snails in the park when I'm jogging in the mornings (a rare occurence) and therefore, as my average amount of diary entries for an entire year is normally about three, I will probably fail at keeping up with this blog.
See, I want to create something like Bridget Jones, doesn't everyone. However, while her writing is good; mine is not. We do however, have one similarity in that we run into the most embarassing situations. You name it, I do it. There is nothing I love running into more than a lampost; normally with my dress caught in my knickers or something like that. (There we go i'm mentioning the knickers incident again; it is of course indicative of how many times it has happened...my flatmate can vouch for that...among other people.)
Anyway...my first blog entry is going to be about something I love...fridays...so here we go...
So lets just face facts; tomorrow is going to be that crazy day where I have absolutely no time on my hands whatever; I am most likely going to fail at plucking my eyebrows to perfection and look more like a scare crow and the sparkling nail polish will probably end up looking more like it has been painted on by one the children I look after. You know what. Fuck it. Fuck it fridays, as well as Fat fridays (oh yeahhhh chips tomorrow.) I'm serious though, fridays should be that day for thinking about nothing except where you are going to get your kicks: will it end up being another crazy night in a pair of David Hasselhoff knickers (standard) or is it going to be a flop (in all senses?!) Lets hope its not a combination of the two which would result in David Hasselhoff flopping. (Bad times.)
So fuck it fridays, tomorrow may see me sorting my life out once and for all; that our yet again ending up with an embarassing story and that jls condom remaining in my pocket. (I only bought it for the banter...yeah sure, it's not because I have an unhealthy obsession with all of the boys from jls and secretly hope that buying their condom will make them fall in love with me in some indirect way.) I mean seriously its been a hectic week what with trying to break into HSBC headquarters in Canary Wharf (I thought it was topshop)...and having the American step back into my life with the genius words....
(To be continued)
Keep smiling xxxx
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