2005-04-05

I have besmirched myself once more - is there no end to this debauchery?

Sure, i was hyped up after Friday and Parliament at the QBH (oh the tequila! oh my friend D dancing with his shimmy arse swaying ever so funkily in my face - I would have done him in the toilets had he been sober enough to get it on). The funk gets to me every time and fills me with the demons of pleasure. Six black hounds that propel me to naughtiness and misdeeds, leaving me wasted in their wake. The pleasures of booze, good friends, sexual attraction, music, dancing, driving too fast and yelling for the heck of it.

I had to be a good girl on the Saturday and go for a marathon shop with the mother-woman, down on holidays from her coastal exile. No hard yards, just a lot of support and okay-i-ness eg> "That looks great on you, ignore the frickin price tag". Saturday night and too pooped to shoot so i poured wine for a friend's exhibition opening and tried not to hiss at rich cunts ignoring the art, and then home to bed.

Sunday was sideways, with a 6am drive to the airport to deposit the husband on a plane to go take care of his ailing parental.I went from a mellow yellow start to maximum capacity boredom dragging my parental & her boozehound partner around Crown (why do they go there? if you've been once, you don't need to go again unless you love to throw money away). Shuffled off to the home and decided that I was bored enough to wank, which I did successfully and with much laughter at self for being so self concious about it. That night I went and played crazy comedy theatre games with the gang, said farewell to the doting madre and promptly went and indulged in a threesome with an old mate.
By god, have I no shame?

Thing is, I feel marvellous. I've been to the gym twice, watched wrestling (pay per view, but what the hell), ate salad, meditated, flirted with the Cypriot Love Machine at work, texted my Maltese fling thing, packed boxes, argued with my boss, drunk coffee and done my washing.

If this is what one night of funk does for me I better think about joining a funk band, even if I do go to hell for it. Wouldn't be dead for quids.

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