7:06pm, Sunday the 15th of June
Low on cigarettes, high on life
In part three of yesterday’s incredible emotional roller coaster, I come out better for it (besides the pissed pants and the puke on my shoes! (not really)).
After I closed my lappy yesterday I went out for a cigarette or two, and called my friend with a teenage-girl-style “Omg the bartender and cute and I’m tipsy, blah blah etc” rambling and then went in, sucked in my inhibitions and started talking to him (after offering to buy him a drink of course, which he turned down for work reasons) I finally managed to get him out for a cigarette.
The next two hours we discovered that we used to live across the road from each other, know lots of the same people, have shit loads in common and make very good compatible friends.
Naturally, swooning my arse off, I casually find out his sexuality and DUN DUN DUNNN! The boy is straight! Some more alcohol, cigarettes and reminiscing happened then it was time for me to go, which came at perfect timing cause his manager turned up. Oh but before I left, he gladly wrote his email down on a coaster for me to take home with me to add him (which I shall do after this post for sure!)
So yes, it went pretty well.
7:15pm, Same day
Still in same state (what would have changed in the last 9 minutes?)
Time to talk about my day. I did a makeup lesson! In which, I learnt how to NOT give my face the flat, pale, dead, Goth-Who-Can’t-Be-Fucked look to a lively, awake and most fuckable look. The eyes are wider and brighter with more attention drawn to them. The cheekbones are present. The colour of my face is healthier than that of a corpse! Definitely worth it! Not saying that I will ever leave behind my thick black eyeliner, mascara and a slash of black lipstick. But weekdays, I look healthy! Nothing supermodel-worthy though.
Speaking of which, last night, I found out that my friend has been signed up with a (n extremely questionable) really good modeling agency! Good for him, the hot bastard cunt. Haha I do joke, he is a stunning boy with the unique features of a god. Also, an insane personality that reciprocates my own. I love that boy, possibly more than I should BUT what can you do?
Tomorrow brings the new working week, and I am not looking forward to it. Although after I get my makeup together and all the girls are checking me out, my mood may change possibly. I am excited though as I will get to keep you updated for the first time on my life in a working week. Which although, I admit, it is not very exciting… it does make a good story once it comes together. I can only hope for a very interesting week.
No self-enlightening questions. No good jokes. No good stories and no super-duper Gen-Y references today. What a kick in the sperm ‘n eggs! Bah, I think I’ll scour the internet for a nice Gen-Y article to interest you with.
7:31pm, Same day
Another cigarette down. I think it is time to start whoring this blog and add this boy.
Catchas laters, skaters
xx
Tags: cigarettes, alcohol, hot bartender, goth, makeup, supermodel, model, modelling agency
