I am sitting here in see-through orange French knickers and a purple bra. I think I might have been a little tipsy last night...... I know that because I would NEVER normally wear mismatched underwear. I also vaguely remember writing about the school boy. I haven't yet read what I wrote last night; I'm a little bit scared to look. I just know I nearly choked when the cute boy I snogged a while ago told me he's still at school. You know how men love women in school uniform? Well, it's the same for women and boys in school uniform. The thought of him in his will drive me mad for weeks now! I do remember nearly throwing my computer out of the window last night before I went out though. I was waiting for Carolina to finish getting ready and there was nothing on TV so I thought I'd do a quick blog. My home computer plays up constantly (I'm in the middle of getting it fixed now) and for some reason last night I couldn't get online. I got to the point with it where I was actually shouting at it and when Carolina was finally ready, I was still spitting feathers. As soon as she saw my moody face she said "let me guess - computer?!" Everyone around me knows it is the only thing that will make me physically punch a wall in anger and sheer frustration.
Anyway once we were out it was ok (and a good job that I didn't see the guy who set my internet up as I would have charged at him like a raging bull and pushed him through the nearest wall). After a couple of vodkas I felt calm and relaxed once more and we got to checking out the men in the club. Unfortunately zero fit men (apart from a couple of little cheekies I know) and not only were most of them about 12 but they looked and acted it as well. Carolina and I spent the night drinking with the owner of the club and trying to avoid the weirdos. The competition itself was good. We saw lots of naked flesh and we both (for a split second) were tempted to get up there ourselves. In Cyprus there was the club with all the poles in and the first time we went there I grabbed Carolina and made her get up with me. She only lasted a minute though and got down saying "you make me look silly cos I can't do it". Last night she asked if I will teach her to pole dance so that in the future when we come across random poles we can get up together and show off. Dad - I REALLY need my pole put up!!!!!
I did have fun though and after I found out the boy I kissed is still at school (albeit 6th form), the night took on a totally new direction. That is; the direction of "I wonder if I can kidnap him and take him back to mine?" I remember begging Gary to let me have him as a present. Being that Gary is his boss; I reasoned that he could tell him that he had to work over-time and call it "customer satisfaction" - I'm a customer and I need satisfying! Gary found the whole thing highly amusing (by that I mean the change in me from smiley happy girl to raging sex fiend when I found out that he's still at school). It definitely is a fantasy of mine though. I only watch Hollyoaks to perve over the fit school boys. Especially that one who had the affair with the teacher! He's beautiful.
I said in yesterday's blog that I'd tell you everything going on in my life so here goes:
Today I have been on the phone to my internet provider demanding that they sort it out. I can't cope with this anymore.
That's it! That's all I've done. Ha ha. I have only just got up though. I'm going to have lunch with whoever is around and I'm going to chill out today. It's the first day this week I don't have any phone interviews or people staying at my house. I'm taking advantage of it by relaxing. I'm going to read books, watch crap TV, watch what I sky-plussed last night and phone a few people. Tonight I have no idea what I'm doing. I want to go and find the school boy but I know that he is probably terrified of me and I don't want to be a pest. Jordan has said that we should go to London for a drink, which could be quite nice. I might have a ring-round and see who's about. The last time I did that I ended up getting drunk with Paul Weller!
I know I put on yesterday's blog: The biggest risk in life is not taking one but I want to point out again how true that is. I think it's a great saying. So great that I might even go get it tattooed on me somewhere (surely it's time for another one!). I love taking risks and I think that life would be dull if you didn't. Whenever someone is fretting over whether to do something or not (ie. like asking for a pay rise); I always say to them "if you don't ask, you don't get" and there's no harm in asking. Like I've said before (in reference to blokes but it applies to everything in life), I'd far rather find something out for definite than to be left wondering about what might have been. At least if you ask and the answer is "no" then you did your best and you tried (and God loves that!). If you don't acieve something in life then it is only yourself you will have to blame. On that note I'm off to have some lunch with Jordan, Carolina, Peppe and Gary. They have all called in the last 5 minutes. Us ladies of leisure! ha ha. I'll write again later when I'm bored and got nothing to do.
Love and snogs
Jodie
xxxx
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