sábado, marzo 17, 2007

Oh My Goth

How bizarre - people suddenly woke up and observed clearly, as in they saw the real me. It's okay, DON'T PANIC because I think they will all sober up this morning and see the light - i.e. forget what they said but...... If this doesn't make a lot of sense, welcome to my world.............

I was involved in a pre-emptive St Patricks Day swipe at pissedness, which involved having copious amounts of drinks on the night before, continuing drinking until the wee hours and thus welcoming Paddys Day in the true fashion - pissed as a rat and having the T-shirt to prove it.

So, rewind a bit viewer - I had a fucker of a week, everything I hate all rolled into one and served up as a shit sandwich. god likes taking the piss, it's what he exists for (fat, bearded twat). My idea was to have one or two pints on Friday night.....ha ha *hick* - buggered that up then. It turned into a royal session, but I din't start it - honest, my love.

So, the mitigating circus-stances are:

I have Mini-goth wee-mailing me (which is cool beyond belief) - bearing in mind he wasn't talking to me, ever, in the world, ever

Fucking useless corporation apologising because they fucked up (I know this, but the fact that they said it is bizarre)

Women asking for my opinion because it matters - apparently

Peeps telling me that what I say is gospel (bollocks, because, well, it is just what I say/think/feel at any given time)

Different peeps forming an orderly queue to chat with me outside of the pub to ask my opinion - not sure what that's about (trust me, it's crazier in real life than it is on paper/screen)

Peeps telling me "Originally, we thought you were a cnut, but now we see you're a beautiful and wise person"

*closes the door*

Look, I'm busy trying to build a little nest of love, trying to have access to the two heart-throbs in my world, trying to be a better person. I couldn't give a rats arse if my opinion matters or not - I just try to emancipate myself *snorts coffee through his nose* - that rhymes with masturbate *falls off emu laughing* - stupid fucking bird*

hasta luego,
S

3 comentarios:

ysfb dijo...

Give me an hour of drinking nothing but vodka nonstop and you'll see a really funny me, or a dead me. Either way it would SO FUCKING ROCK!

The Aunt dijo...

I saw you leaving Kitty's on Friday night as I drove past in my little lavender car. If it wasn't you then you've got a Doppelganger. Also you waved back, which is a bit of a giveaway.

It was early, not even 8pm.

I suspect you're having us on and you are actually quite the abstemious ascete.

SpanishGoth dijo...

YSB -> Wodkas in the fridge - let's party

Aunty M -> taking laptop home and then coming back......clever pants