Chantelle came over last night and we went out. We had not planned it and literally just threw some clothes on, slapped some makeup on our faces and went to the pub. It wasn't a 'night out on the tiles' as much because we were back, semi-drunk, before 1.
I have that disgusting taste in my mouth now, where nothing quenches my hunger and stuff. Its annoying. Not too unsettling because i have already fucked up, but it IS annoying.
And in great news!
My ex was out last night...
and he pulled.
I am so fucking happy. I kept thinking it was going to be awkward and he was going to see me around and keep asking the same gay 'can i come round to watch a dvd?' questions until the end of time.
So pleased!
Chantelle said that, if she was me, she would be a bit hurt but i am really not. :) WOO
I had such a wonderful time last night, thank you babe. Can't wait for if I stop over Tuesday, and then Friday. Ahhh!
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ps, Tony is so fucking pathetic it is actually well funny. I'm glad it doesn't hurt you. That is my five cents, or pence. Init.
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