Whopever.....November 2008 Diary.....
Monday November 24: Missing in action.. mothership calling WAG WHOP ?????
Christmas is her favourite times of year, gives her an excuse to wear a shit load of wag style shiny gear.. actually that's a lie, she doesn't need an excuse or an introduction.. all she needs a gold card and a shit load of lip gloss...when she's not busy buying up half of Harvey nicks, she's normally in a bar.. only problem is no one has seen her for weeks, myself and Mini think she's probably had some "work done" and is lying low for a while, either that or she's finally caught a premiership footballer...or she's at home making gold leaf Christmas cards with the kids..either way we haven't seen her....nothing less than a horribly gone wrong trout pout will be a reasonable excuse for abandoning the whop circle.....
Monday November 10: can i see your photo? why no photo ?
Now I think it's pretty well understood that i write an anonymous diary..well i thought it was, thought the cartoon of me on the website and facebook was a bit of a clue...the idea that I don't want people to know who I am and lets face it that would stop me being able to be as honest as I am. But it seems the idea of being anonymous isn't easily understood by some... had an interesting chat with a knob on facebook today.. well to be honest saying it was a chat was an understatement.. it was basically a very really poor attempt at a "i like ladies show me pictures of your muff" kind of chat... i think it was on about the 8th request for a photo of me that I realised I was dealing with an 40 year old total underachiever who was busy hand shuffling into a hankie in his poster covered bedroom at his elderly mother's....god love him..
Monday November 24: and it all started out so well.....one drink too many...
You may have noticed I haven't blogged in bloody ages..actually haven't blogged since i went out on a night out a couple of weeks agoand nearly ended up with a cracked skull ...no seriously it wasn't my fault this time, and yes I was wearing my 6 inch heel come to bed shoes but it still wasn't my fault.. the green eyed monster came out about midnight and decided it would be funny to get my attention by seeing if it could send me arse over face in the middle of the street.. needless to say I've not been out since.. shouting in the middle of street isn't attractive, and at 33 I am defo able to make it home on my own..... the worse bit.....it meant i forgot to order my feckin pizza.......