Rolling with it

God, I had a mad morning. I woke up at 9, the time I'm meant to be in at, got a taxi from a guy from former Yugoslavia who asked me to take the day off to spend with him! Hehehe...hmm...tempting - a complete stranger offering me ONE DAY ONLY! Hehehe. I told him it was too short notice. But I'd a facinating conversation on the way in. Apparently we both eat lots of olives and spinach.

Last night was Australian Day and my friends were in the shittest bar ever, Northside, celebrating. There was a wet tshirt competition which frankly is a bit boring for girls, especially when the tshirts barely had time to get wet before they were ripped off in a drunken frenzy. The girl who won looked like a boy and won cos she was wearing no knickers and fell over...but the whole place was a heaving mass of drunken idiots who couldn't tell their (collective) arse from their (not so collective) elbow...

Oh yeah, the gig went well. I was feeling bloated so I decided to wear a jumpsuit - hehehe. Why hide it when you can be hilarious and flaunt it. I danced like I was on show, and caught the eye of an Italian that I liked the look of so much that when he came and sat next to me I left because I was too embarressed. Hence the subsequent madness at Australian Place.

I met the mad texting indecisive boy I'd kissed ages ago, and he was flirting with me for all he was worth, and then suddenly "You talk to her - you invited her!" Well, the irony was that I wasn't interested in talking to him anyway and here he was pretending again I'd shown up to follow him around again. I was so disgusted I laughed. How can you be offended by that? Anyway he chattered on to me the whole night until finally I grabbed Elbow by the arm and told him I wanted to leave. Elbow is a pet. We'd a laugh and a roll home, after which I rolled up towards the canal and managed to get deep into conversation with a Catalan and a Mexicano, before rolling the remainder of the way and into bed.