Do Brownies still have to earn a Sewing badge?
That’s the thought going around my head at 5-50pm on a Saturday. Surely I should be getting ready for a big night out. Walking around in my dressing-gown, toenail paint drying. Body moisturised and face ready for a bucketful of make-up to be applied. Then the hair. A choice of outfits, maybe just bought today, hanging invitingly on the wardrobe door. Maybe sipping a vodka and coke whilst listening to some happening tunes.
Instead I’m sat at my desk, typing this shit. I am actually going out later for a bite to eat but I can’t imagine my preparations will take more than ten minutes.
I feel sorry for people who build up such nights out.
Look forward to it all week with such trepidation.
Spend the next day feeling like crap and then start the build up all over again. What will the night hold? Will I meet someone that will change my life?
Unfortunately the likelihood is that you’ll get very drunk, make a right twat of yourself and maybe fall into bed with anyone who’ll have you and regret the whole evening. But never mind. There’s always next week and you can do it over and over again until one of two things happen. Firstly, you’ll get bored and realize you can have fun anytime you want, it’s not just restricted to weekends and you’ll vary your interests. This will possibly make you a far more interesting person, you’ll probably notice the opposite sex find you more intriguing to be with and you’ll be a lot happier with yourself. The second option is that you may arrive years down the line completely desperate, you look ridiculous, you’re extremely boring and you’ve got a fanny the size of the chunnel.
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