Just do it!! He
wants to hear from you!!”
(this is news to me???)
So I stupidly took that advice, and rang the
Fucking Fucker, and he was an absolute rude bastard! Like, THE
WORST.
He didn’t even try to PRETEND to sound happy to
hear from me. I made SUCH an effort, too: I babbled away happily, I
was bubbly, I WAS SO MUCH FUCKING DAMN FUN, just via my voice, and
he was still an ass!
I asked him what he was doing
“ Nothin’ – ”
Then I asked him did he want to go in tonight
–
“ Nut.” (apparently he’s a squirrel
now)
(he kinda does have a pointed, squirrely
face….oh stop. I’m being so mean)
Then I babbled a bit more (while he remained
stubbornly silent) and got off the phone.
It was mortifying.
That BASTARD, for making me feel so
bad.
I hung up the phone so upset, and Nat and I
bagged him out for awhile:
“ Ugh.”
“ He’s such an asshole.”
“ Totally. A big asshole with
no…ass.”
Nat burst out laughing. “He’s lucky to even
have you. The fucking knob.”
“ Such a knob HEAD.”
“ He thinks the sun shines out of his
own asshole.”
“ When it SOOOOO doesn’t.”
“ His ego is so far up his wazoo –
”
“ His hair SUCKED the last time I saw
him.”
(yeah that’s the best I could come up
with)
Nat poured us more vodka, and I abandoned the
phone ring-a-round after Ever just KILLED that game, and we had the
best time getting ready together.
Then Dan and Josh FINALLY turned up, and the
four of us went in together.
I had the best time!!!
We were racing to get there before they stopped
handing out showbags
(Ekka and all, and this being the Ekka showday
public holiday eve),
then we stayed upstairs at Mary St and drank. I
was blind almost instantly (or, already).
I was having such a great time!!
Then we went downstairs, and by this time I was
raring to go, but Nat wasn’t, and she decided to go home!!! And
left us and cabbed it home.
So Dan and Josh stayed with me, and we had an
absolute ball, dancing around, drinking, being stupid. Running
amok.
(my favourite moments in life)
We were those showoffs that dance on the stage,
and hahaha, I’ve never done that before!! Was so fricking fun!! We
danced up a storm together, for hours!!!
(oh my god, was so fun)
Nat’s old school friends were in there, Rebecca
and someone else whose name I can’t remember, THEN I met this
lovely New Yorker who was an absolute STUNNER, then I found out,
through chatting to him, that he’s been to Astoria, and white-water
rafted down the Columbia River IN Astoria.
I just died.
(cause I’m Goonies mad, keep up,
Diary)
Then, like this is not enough to equal this guy
is my True Love, he asks me to go back to his hotel for
champagne…
… and I said no.
Actually, what I said was, “I’m not that kind
of girl.”
(since when?? Why did I have to decide this
then??)
Then he just looked sad and said
bye.
Ugh. That guy could’ve been my destiny. And all
I kept thinking about was Ever.
That stupid fucker ruins everything.
Then, after that, back down on the dancefloor
downstairs, this really sleazy guy just grabs me and kisses me, and
I pushed him away so far
(after I struggled for a bit to unlock his
lips)
and fast that he went flying across the
dancefloor and landed on his ass.
(oh God, that was FUNNY)
Dan and I stumbled home at 3am (we’d lost Josh
hours ago), and I burst into (drunk) tears, then Nat was yelling at
me that I was being “too loud.”
(while I cried)
I think everything just got to me in that
intoxicated moment: Evvy, being sick and alone for so long, no one
around.
It was all too much. On gallons of vodka,
tequila, two dollar strawberry daiquiris and all my
medication.
4.32pm
Passed out.
I find out from Nat today that she saw Evvy and
Tom arrive at Mary St as she was leaving!!! I can’t believe
it!!
Dan and I didn’t see them in there at
all.
He came in, that’s the point. Tom
wants to hear from you!!”
(this is news to me???)
So I stupidly took that advice, and rang the
Fucking Fucker, and he was an absolute rude bastard! Like, THE
WORST.
He didn’t even try to PRETEND to sound happy to
hear from me. I made SUCH an effort, too: I babbled away happily, I
was bubbly, I WAS SO MUCH FUCKING DAMN FUN, just via my voice, and
he was still an ass!
I asked him what he was doing
“ Nothin’ – ”
Then I asked him did he want to go in tonight
–
“ Nut.” (apparently he’s a squirrel
now)
(he kinda does have a pointed, squirrely
face….oh stop. I’m being so mean)
Then I babbled a bit more (while he remained
stubbornly silent) and got off the phone.
It was mortifying.
That BASTARD, for making me feel so
bad.
I hung up the phone so upset, and Nat and I
bagged him out for awhile:
“ Ugh.”
“ He’s such an asshole.”
“ Totally. A big asshole with
no…ass.”
Nat burst out laughing. “He’s lucky to even
have you. The fucking knob.”
“ Such a knob HEAD.”
“ He thinks the sun shines out of his
own asshole.”
“ When it SOOOOO doesn’t.”
“ His ego is so far up his wazoo –
”
“ His hair SUCKED the last time I saw
him.”
(yeah that’s the best I could come up
with)
Nat poured us more vodka, and I abandoned the
phone ring-a-round after Ever just KILLED that game, and we had the
best time getting ready together.
Then Dan and Josh FINALLY turned up, and the
four of us went in together.
I had the best time!!!
We were racing to get there before they stopped
handing out showbags
(Ekka and all, and this being the Ekka showday
public holiday eve),
then we stayed upstairs at Mary St and drank. I
was blind almost instantly (or, already).
I was having such a great time!!
Then we went downstairs, and by this time I was
raring to go, but Nat wasn’t, and she decided to go home!!! And
left us and cabbed it home.
So Dan and Josh stayed with me, and we had an
absolute ball, dancing around, drinking, being stupid. Running
amok.
(my favourite moments in life)
We were those showoffs that dance on the stage,
and hahaha, I’ve never done that before!! Was so fricking fun!! We
danced up a storm together, for hours!!!
(oh my god, was so fun)
Nat’s old school friends were in there, Rebecca
and someone else whose name I can’t remember, THEN I met this
lovely New Yorker who was an absolute STUNNER, then I found out,
through chatting to him, that he’s been to Astoria, and white-water
rafted down the Columbia River IN Astoria.
I just died.
(cause I’m Goonies mad, keep up,
Diary)
Then, like this is not enough to equal this guy
is my True Love, he asks me to go back to his hotel for
champagne…
… and I said no.
Actually, what I said was, “I’m not that kind
of girl.”
(since when?? Why did I have to decide this
then??)
Then he just looked sad and said
bye.
Ugh. That guy could’ve been my destiny. And all
I kept thinking about was Ever.
That stupid fucker ruins everything.
Then, after that, back down on the dancefloor
downstairs, this really sleazy guy just grabs me and kisses me, and
I pushed him away so far
(after I struggled for a bit to unlock his
lips)
and fast that he went flying across the
dancefloor and landed on his ass.
(oh God, that was FUNNY)
Dan and I stumbled home at 3am (we’d lost Josh
hours ago), and I burst into (drunk) tears, then Nat was yelling at
me that I was being “too loud.”
(while I cried)
I think everything just got to me in that
intoxicated moment: Evvy, being sick and alone for so long, no one
around.
It was all too much. On gallons of vodka,
tequila, two dollar strawberry daiquiris and all my
medication.
4.32pm
Passed out.
I find out from Nat today that she saw Evvy and
Tom arrive at Mary St as she was leaving!!! I can’t believe
it!!
Dan and I didn’t see them in there at
all.
He came in, that’s the point. Tom
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