Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Quckie

So, so so sorry!!
It's been a while but now I think I'm back on track again.
Thing is, I've started a new job again. And I absolutely love it!
But there is a lot to learn so I've been kinda busy.
This morning I came to work an hour before I actually start
since I had to sleap at my boyfriend's place and he had to leave early.
Sure, I could have taken the train. But I would have to walk for about 15 min
to even get to the train and it's freezing cold outside!! His warm car
seemed like a much better idea. But dont worry, I wont be doing anything remotely
work-related until I have to.
After work we're all going out.
Some fancy place that is putting on one of those christmas/dinner
shows if u know what I mean. If you dont here's what's gonna happen.
I will eat way too much, drink too much
and feel terrible waking up tomorrow for work again =P
Keep u posted!

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

The T-shirt

Okay, so ever since my roommate moved out of our huge appartment
due do the fact that we were on the verge of killing each other
after sharing it for about 10 months,
I've tried convincing myself the apartment is
somewhat smaller than it actually is. How have I done this u ask?
By shutting the door to one of the rooms
and pretending like it does not exist.
This room has become the place where I stuff everything
I don't know what to do with.
A.k.a clothes I've grown sick of
and a collection of movies and books and just various crap.
I know, I know, you could just throw the shit out but come on.
I'm lazy and I know it.

Anyway, I decided to go through some of the clothes in there
to see if I could find anything worth using once again. Turns out
most of the clothing I've stuffed in there had been retired from
my wardrobe for a good reason, so no such luck. I did however
stumble on to something that I had forgotten about. A t-shirt.
Not mine, it belonged to someone of the opposite sex. But this t-shirt
comes with a story. And being the generous me that I am I think I'm gonna
share it with you...

This was last winter.
Me and my roommate had just moved here
and went out for some partying and maybe more. The truth?
We were both kinda looking for some lovin for the night and being
the dancing queens that we are, it didn't take very long for the guys to
start trying to put the moves on us. But since part of the fun is
teasing the poor blokes we sticked to dancing for a while first.

As the night went on one particular guy caught my attention
and we started dancing. One thing lead to another and while
we were kissing on the dancefloor suddenly this guy lifts me up
and carries me off the dancefloor and up against the wall.
I can't even begin to explain how hot this was. Just take my word for it.
HOT. HOT. HOT.

So as you've probably figured out by now, we left.
Took a cab and went back to my place.
But since there was alcohol in the picture
he had some difficulty performing, if you know what I mean
so I tried "raising" the heat again with my hands,
and just when we were getting the heat back,
what do you think he does...?
Gets. A. Little. Too. Hot.
Oh yes. Show's over. Before it even began.

Imagine having found the perfect pair of stilettos,
then finding out they don't have them in your size.
But then! Like a miracle, they find an extra pair stuffed away
somewhere. You put them on, stand in front of the mirror
sooo happy! And then the heal suddenly breaks.

That's how I felt. He was so hot, and then sooo not.
I was sooo disapointed and not very good at hiding it.
Didn't actually try to be honest with you,
I just mumbled something not so nice and then just went to sleep.
And before you start critizising me about being a bitch to the poor
guy I really have to say that had this been someone I knew
I probably would have handled it more delicately but seriously!
It was a one night stand!!

Woke up the next morning only to find he was gone.
But...he had apparently been in such a hurry to leave (who can blame him,
talk about embarrasing moment) that he had left without his t-shirt.
I later found it at the end of my bed but slightly hidden
so I can understand why he couldnt find it.
I can just picture him now, trying to find all his clothes while terrified
that the evil girl will wake up before he has time to leave.
Then having to escape without his t-shirt. Brrr, cold!
Then next dilemma. Since we took a cab to my place
he probably had no idea where he was or how to get home.
Hope he had money for a cab at least =P

The t-shirt has now been thrown away. I didn't really wanna
risk mr Skydiver finding it and asking who it belonged to.
This story doesnt really show the best side of me...

In conclusion?
Think it's safe to say that one nighters
don't always go as planned.

So please!
Share with me your worst sexual one night stands!
Either here or in your own blogs. Just be sure
to tell me so I can read it!



Thursday, November 1, 2007

Update

My plan to make some serious pay-back-noises last friday
went excellent! Me and the girls got really drunk and
sang along to my Singstar game until 2:00 am. And this without
any of my neighbours or local policeofficers coming by to tell us to shut up!!
Apparently the people living in my building are better than I thought.

Mr Skydiver came by at about 1 am and he said he could hear us
from three buildings away...that's quite an achievement, don't you think?
This meant he got to meet a couple of my friends too.
One of them stole him right away. She was in desperate need
for some advice about some guy she's seeing and
figured it was a great chance of getting a guy's perspective on things.
I tried to get him to sing some karaoke but I failed...
Guys can be sooo boring when it comes to making a complete fool
of yourself. Luckilly, me and the girls don't have that problem.

Next day, after curing my hangover with some pizza
it was time to get dolled up again to go to Mr skydiver.
His brother was turning 25 and had invited both of us to the party.
Was the first time I got to meet the brother and he was FINE...
Good looks must run in the family.
Nice to know if I get tired of this one :P
(kidding!!...maybe)


Gotta go now, waiting on said skydiver to come by here
after being out drinking with his school-buddys.
He has the day off from school tomorrow so he's being kind
enough to lend me his hungover tired ass. Sweet huh?
But I've been home with a cold for three days
so in revenge I thought I'd give it to him.
Now if that's not a caring girlfriend, I don't know what is.