moirob

i am the one and only

or at least i thought i was.
Heres Singer Tony and Footballer David at the party.

3.11.03 00:18, Comment

i want you to know

here she is....
the one, the only....
CAAAAAATHERINE (the fabulous blonde in the centre)
...and her cronies

(Catherine....all major credit cards ARE accepted. )

4 Kommentare 3.11.03 00:32, Comment

wakka wakka wear bear

So let moi tell you about my weekend.

Halloween. So was gonna stay in with Heather [memeallme]. (Quick background, met Heather just under two years ago,...shell kill moi if thats wrong. But things didnt wrk out between us. She was also pregnant and wanted to see if things would work with her ex. They didn't and she soon moved to London for a bit. Recently she moved back up to Runcorn to her family and got back in touch with moi. We all up to date?) So was suppose to have a night in with Heather. First night alone since she moved back home. But at the begining of teh night a few friends had invaded the flat. They kinda stayed all night. So there went my and H's plans. We went to bed, very tird, at about 230am. Just before Ring 2 started. But my friends had stayed, seeing as one of them is my new flat mate I couldnt kick em out.
So basically I had to keep the noise down to a minimum and keep telling H to "be a bit more quiet." But I wondered if she wanted them to hear. There is nothing worse then being single, in a friends flat and having to hear him have sex.
(ps, ive told the flatmae he has to makehimself disappear next Saturday, cant be doing with quite sex all the time.)

Garlands was ok. It was a good night, but far too packed for my liking. Everyone who had been to Ibiza where there, so alot of people were getting twated. Too overly twated. [see here.]

I could go on and on for hours about this. But there is a history behind my arguement about why I despise these 6 people for their behavious, and also the others thatr used GHB in Garlands. And Id rather not go in to at 1am in depth.

So MY night. Like i said it was ok. When I went in to G's I seen one of my friends painting crosses on peoples faces. She works there and she was told to do it, and seemed to enjoy panting people. I got mine to. So I prefer my nights with regular cubbers. Faces i recogonize. People I can connect with. All I seen on Saturday was a bunch of mongo idiots spoiling a night (and a club). But I was with friends, and with friends comes after parties.

Which is where my night got better.

The party was above some doctors (plural) offices, in an empty apartment. To which a friend of a friend had robbed the key. Dont worry she owned/rented one of the apartments. Anyways as each of us went in to the flat we wre introduced to five girls, they had a party that night and we were the after party, we had to do a five second introduction/talent. Mine was that I had personalized my jeans and jacket i had on. So I got to stay.

Erm, so it was nice. Totally different atmosphere after parties I usually go to. This was because it was very close friends and some new, cool, people being introduced to each other. Also at the part was a nice hat, which I didnt take off all night. David Beckham, see Kodak Moments for pics. Also, from the fancy dress party earlier, was a £170 rened princess costume (some gil brought it up from London, how bling) and a PVC witches outfit. Im sad there isnt a pic of moi in the PVC skirt and pink Princess bra over my own clothes.

It got to 9am and my friends where off to a party of a girl I dont like. So I decided it was time to go home. So I wet maccies for my brekkie before finding out that the earliest bus/train I could get was at 940. And this invovled treking thru town a few times. I was so tired I fell asleep waiting for the bus. Then the bus didnt drop moi off where it should, so I gota taxi rest of the way. Got home clsoe to 11am. Went the toilet, looked myself in the mirror and said....

"You've still got that fucking cross on your cheek. You tit."

3 Kommentare 5.11.03 02:06, Comment