the day after sunday

its monday, on mondays i talk about the weekend...im that predictable:

1 hour sleep
home at 6:45
"is this your boyfriend?"
wanting to hit idiots
hunting steez to the max
sober (shock fuckin horror)
moving house
homeless
donuts filled with custard at 5 in the am
no dinner for 4 days
at last he gets some ;)
work work work
a good nike party
someone looking like they had shit themself!

"copulation...errrr"

the weekend run down as usual:

pink high heels
a venue hotter than hell in the summer
sample shoes
red bull pants
hitler raps
speed cock
funny graff
public transport
missed chances
stickers
stickers
stickers
ignored phone calls
more fast food than is safe....
dance moves

Bit late..

but the weekend involved:

missed birthday parties
dizzee rascal
adios
ny state of mind
towed cars
fat monica
"do you want to smash my pasty?"
kebabs