
Overheard the other day: "I've told you before - stop swearing in front of the kids, for fuck's sake." Your tales of double standards please.
( , Thu 19 Feb 2009, 12:21)
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but I love that feeling when I'm standing in a corner, towards the end of the night, nicely fucked - I've reached up and touched the sky, and I'm almost on my way down to touch my toes - bopping my head slowly, still slightly appreciative of the music, cigarette in my hand, looking at the fuckwits on the dance floor flailing their limbs wildly. Goddamn, I am COOL.
Reality - I'm the fucked fuckwit everyone's giving a wi-i-i-de berth who's lost control of his neck muscles and is Mr Squinty McSquinteson, lighting the middle of his cigarette cos he can't see the end.
( , Tue 24 Feb 2009, 21:59, 2 replies)
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