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2001-02-27 || 12.22a cf shoots to victory I guess I don't suck so badly after all. One of the girls playing (whom I shall call 'C') was being stood up by her boyfriend. As the night went on, C drank more pints and became more vocal about the 'arsehole.' Apparently, he's with his ex to-night. Though, judgeing by what I saw, the ex had better be *freaking* hot to be a better time than the sexy, smart, hilarious woman he was ditching... One of the guys was lstening to her earnestly and saying all the things that I believe but that I no longer talk about because I don't want to sound as falsely sensitive as he did. I know what he wanted. I took her friend aside and said that she'd better take C home, which she assured me she was trying to do. I got up t leave, shook hands all around, and said 'C, go home. Your boyfriend sounds like a grade A arse, but give him the benefit of the doubt until to-morrow.' Earnest Man looked like he was going to tear out my throat. Natch: I know what you wanted, you fucking slimeball. Makes me embarassed to be male, sometimes... ********** I'd like to say sorry about the Last entry. I don't usually put lyrics up because I think it's really cheeseful, but that song really was the way I was feeling to-day. ********* Man, I'd like to start a new band. Electric guitar, bass, fiddle, percussion, and a female lead singer. Kinda like Pogues meets Lili fatale meets Kittie meets Spirit of the West, all wrapped up with Doc Matrens and fishnets. It's been too long since I've played in a band. ********** And now, my friends. For my next act, I'm going to drink this cup of tisane at my elbow, brush my teeth, and crawl under my queen-sized down duvet... Good-night all, good-night, me. |
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shite One last little note... - 09.21.2006 de-stressing, biking and terrorism - 06.06.2006 Mildly stressed... - 05.29.2006 More crime stupidity - 05.28.2006 Scary stuff - 05.25.2006
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