Bite my lip and close my eyes...take me away to paradise...
I've been a bit out of blogging sorts of late - well actually a good few months. Just been struggling to get inspiration. Sorry to those who may have been missing my nonesensical, often offensive mumblings (Evan, Paul I think you're the only ones) but I'm now making a conserted effort to detail my life over the internet once again. Inspired or not. So here I go:
I last left you in June - whinging about being a smoker again and having the sniffles. I still am smoking (surprise surprise - I blame Evan) and bizarrely I am still very sniffly. Every morning I sneeze for about half an hour, making my head feel like its gonna explode and my nose all red from blowing it a dozen times. Its a beautiful sight I must say. But I suppose I was given the name Chronic for a reason.
But since my last blog my life has been rather full and hectic not to mention expensive. I've attended 3 weddings, 2 hen weekends and 4 music festivals. I've turned another year older (which I celebrated at Alton Towers where I vomited) dealt with my Dad being in hospital (he's out now and fine) had my own clean bill of health from the doctors (hurrah) and danced alone on a stage to Guns n' Roses's Paradise City (ahem). I've discovered that I like New Model Army and The Misfits - both of which I'm seeing in the next few months; that I've successfully avoided the 'can't cook for shit' gene from my Mum; and that over the last few years I have not given as much time to my friends as I should have done - although thats getting too deep for a Wednesday afternoon. I've avoided bombs, changed my hair colour, lost weight, got into cricket and lost eleven weeks of my life by obsessively viewing of a bunch of complete and utter wanking cock sockets yell at each other.
This weekend is Reading Festival. GET IN. It's preceded by the Kerrang! Awards. I have historically made a complete tit out of myself at the Kerrang! Awards each and every time I've been. I just get carried away - its such a fun night. Last year I literally (and I mean literally) ran into Billie Joe Armstrong (on purpose you understand) and dribbled out some kind of praise and excitedly hurried over to my friend to say: "Fuck me now - I've just met Billie Joe" right in front of his girlfriend who he had only just got back with after a small, but 'well-needed' break.
I tripped over my newly purchased slutty black heels as the MC5 cool-ly sauntered by and told a hole bunch people that the awards were fixed - I was annoyed the band I work with, Reuben, didn't win.
So yeah - that's tomorrow night - with the added three days of debauchary to follow it.
What a way to end the summer.
I last left you in June - whinging about being a smoker again and having the sniffles. I still am smoking (surprise surprise - I blame Evan) and bizarrely I am still very sniffly. Every morning I sneeze for about half an hour, making my head feel like its gonna explode and my nose all red from blowing it a dozen times. Its a beautiful sight I must say. But I suppose I was given the name Chronic for a reason.
But since my last blog my life has been rather full and hectic not to mention expensive. I've attended 3 weddings, 2 hen weekends and 4 music festivals. I've turned another year older (which I celebrated at Alton Towers where I vomited) dealt with my Dad being in hospital (he's out now and fine) had my own clean bill of health from the doctors (hurrah) and danced alone on a stage to Guns n' Roses's Paradise City (ahem). I've discovered that I like New Model Army and The Misfits - both of which I'm seeing in the next few months; that I've successfully avoided the 'can't cook for shit' gene from my Mum; and that over the last few years I have not given as much time to my friends as I should have done - although thats getting too deep for a Wednesday afternoon. I've avoided bombs, changed my hair colour, lost weight, got into cricket and lost eleven weeks of my life by obsessively viewing of a bunch of complete and utter wanking cock sockets yell at each other.
This weekend is Reading Festival. GET IN. It's preceded by the Kerrang! Awards. I have historically made a complete tit out of myself at the Kerrang! Awards each and every time I've been. I just get carried away - its such a fun night. Last year I literally (and I mean literally) ran into Billie Joe Armstrong (on purpose you understand) and dribbled out some kind of praise and excitedly hurried over to my friend to say: "Fuck me now - I've just met Billie Joe" right in front of his girlfriend who he had only just got back with after a small, but 'well-needed' break.
I tripped over my newly purchased slutty black heels as the MC5 cool-ly sauntered by and told a hole bunch people that the awards were fixed - I was annoyed the band I work with, Reuben, didn't win.
So yeah - that's tomorrow night - with the added three days of debauchary to follow it.
What a way to end the summer.
posted by Fang at 3:16 AM
3 Comments:
You better not go round asking people to fuck you tomorrow night, or you will not live to see the weekend.
I was single then - I'm not obviously now. Of course I wouldn't.
Although Dave Grohl will be there...
KIDDING!!!!!!
About bloody time woman!!!
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