worth it
one time out on the lash with the gang, walked into our local shithole SU. Standard of a thursday night. 'pon wherest i managed to kop with the finest brunette placed on gods green earth. so much in common, all over me etcetera. gave it a couple of days and called her up for a secondary meeting that night; which ended up being called off, and again, left with the boys for another heavy session.

i awoke on the kitchen floor later the next afternoon to a phone call. dazed and confused i heard the sound of some burly young fool saying he had ound this number on his girlfriends phone, and was ready to kneecap me, and he knew where i lived.

so i was like, fuck it, she's not too fit to be bothered i'll leave it. if she had a big black boyfriend, i can't be arsed with severe pain

a few weeks later, around 3 months to be relatively accurate, i got absolutely slammed at a cheap and sleazy pop night after a bar crawl. i then decided to anooy a good friend of mine putting the lyrics to dirty dancing on a wednesday at 2am, (IIIIIIII, HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE, AND I NEVER FELT THIS WAY BEFORE).

finger slips, text goes to beth, not ben.

SHIT, why did i not delete the number.

but it was concieved as a really romantic gesture, we went out on the saturday, and i'm still doing her!

hurray for when drunken texts go well
(vegeta, Thu 26 May 2005, 20:46, Reply)