The weekend that was
I'm not getting any sex. WAHHH
I went to a 30th at a Melbourne pub, where a vaguely familiar celebrity served me free beer until I tortured myself and caught the train home.
I still didn't get any sex. SUCH A WASTE OF A BRAZILLIAN.
OMFG YES. Bring it.
Mint. And Chocolate. And Baileys. Liquid orgasm.
Should drink it, BECAUSE I'M NOT GOING TO ORGASM ANY OTHER WAY.
Purple is the new pink. Remind me for when I finally get around to having my housewarming party.
My best friend made me cry on Friday night.
My extremely lame excuse of a 'male partner' made me cry on Saturday.
A kind (and very drunk boy) cheered me up, even though he was sad himself. (Thanks, H/M).
I bought two new bras, at the NEVER TO BE REPEATED MYER SALE. The two bras that I bought, were both full price.
I've decided that I can never have anything but an Oroton wallet, being the snob that I am. Even though I saw a perfect brown leather one at the NEVER TO BE REPEATED MYER SALE today, at the perfect price, I couldn't buy it because the name on it wasn't right.
No Sex. No Love. No Intimacy. It's all about the Money & Going on Holidays.
Bah.
1 comment:
Martie, Martie, Martie. You need a hug, a really good long hug.
" bought two new bras, at the NEVER TO BE REPEATED MYER SALE. The two bras that I bought, were both full price."
So the bras were included in the sale and the sale was their normal prices? Sounds like a typical day at Myer. They stick up giant "Sale" signs, and mark everything down by 0%, or atleast the stuff you actually need.
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