The Modern Way
What they're really thinking when they look like they're at work and hard at it!
Ahh, cannot stand to be at work with raging hangover in manner of giant cuckoo tapping in head or that of whirling tumble dryer like motion in stomach.
Last night Gina came round with 3 bottles of wine (to add to my 2) and a random selection of microwave meals for one, Doritos and 5 packs of Munchies. Was a blessing really as Valentine's Day was going to be a killer this year, having spent the best part of last year loved up in, smug type relationship, I found myself lost and miserable at impending Valentine's Day massacre after being brutally dumped (and by brutal I mean brutal) only a week before. If the break up has taught me anything, it was not to drink self into oblivion. After all, if it had not been for the fact that I was drunkenly unconscious after Nat's party, Brett might not have found courage to shag Susie Jenkins at the foot of the bed! Even so, after much screaming, crying and yelling he walked away and now I'm alone, humph!
Gina, though not single, had thought of the most perfect way for us to spend Valentine's Day and believe me, I was all up for getting pissed, I'd just forgotten how hellish work was when head is fuzzy and you fantasize that waste paper bin is, in fact, a toilet.
Oh sh*t, better get on with finding new flat. Perhaps is wrong to still live in student flat, with student mates, paying student rent when I couldn’t be ar*ed with course and left to get full time job. Am on loads more than them - oops! If landlord finds out I will be chucked out straight away - promised I'd look after New Year. Ok, will get on with it, not done anything at work all morning but have been tapping away on keyboard (chatting to mates on messenger) to make self look busy, can make it up to them when not so hung over surely and really do need to find somewhere to live. Owwww though, heads still really hurting, perhaps I might just sit here staring at screen for a bit, biting lip as if concentrating.
Last night Gina came round with 3 bottles of wine (to add to my 2) and a random selection of microwave meals for one, Doritos and 5 packs of Munchies. Was a blessing really as Valentine's Day was going to be a killer this year, having spent the best part of last year loved up in, smug type relationship, I found myself lost and miserable at impending Valentine's Day massacre after being brutally dumped (and by brutal I mean brutal) only a week before. If the break up has taught me anything, it was not to drink self into oblivion. After all, if it had not been for the fact that I was drunkenly unconscious after Nat's party, Brett might not have found courage to shag Susie Jenkins at the foot of the bed! Even so, after much screaming, crying and yelling he walked away and now I'm alone, humph!
Gina, though not single, had thought of the most perfect way for us to spend Valentine's Day and believe me, I was all up for getting pissed, I'd just forgotten how hellish work was when head is fuzzy and you fantasize that waste paper bin is, in fact, a toilet.
Oh sh*t, better get on with finding new flat. Perhaps is wrong to still live in student flat, with student mates, paying student rent when I couldn’t be ar*ed with course and left to get full time job. Am on loads more than them - oops! If landlord finds out I will be chucked out straight away - promised I'd look after New Year. Ok, will get on with it, not done anything at work all morning but have been tapping away on keyboard (chatting to mates on messenger) to make self look busy, can make it up to them when not so hung over surely and really do need to find somewhere to live. Owwww though, heads still really hurting, perhaps I might just sit here staring at screen for a bit, biting lip as if concentrating.
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