It's Sunday morning and I've done my washing and shock horror, I've done some ironing.
I'm desperately looking forward to hockey this afternoon. Hockey of a Sunday afternoon is awesome. Such a good time. Running about like a headless chicken...hitting things. Good times.
Just got a friend request from who I think is some guy I hooked up with at Schoolies. How unpleasant. I thought it was a chick from school up until I saw those enormous ears in a photo. Oh schoolies...sigh. The shame, the horrible, horrible shame. Good lord. How embarassment.
There's a really nasty story that belongs to that fellow. At least I know his name now...It's a marginally awkward thing...not knowing, y'know, their name...when you've..y'know...fucked them.
Oh god, that's charming Stephanie...what a good and decent person you are.
I'd laugh at me if I didn't have to live with me.
I noticed I made a typo in my last post. I'd like to suggest that if I make any more similar mistakes, I'm not illiterate, just a poor typist (possibly drunk).
Lately, after some indescrepancies...that I probably shouldn't discuss...in sobriety...I have begun to re-appreciate panic at the disco!
as should you - attach the inappropriate behaviour if you feel like an extra kick in the pants
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2 comments:
You've got real talent and candor Steph. Both qualities to be lauded. The rest of it don't worry about it, we all grow out of it one day....... Or so I have been led to believe. Keep up the good work I like the new blog.
Jeff
Yes I can be quite the mother :>
Hi Mum if your reading this somehow I doubt it.
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