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he chose drugs over me! not that he does drugs that much anymore, but still, that has got rid of so many insecurities.
worked 2 weddings last weekend, got completely trashed saturday night, started at 3 finished at midnight and stayed up in the staffroom drinking wine and champagne til 1am.. sunday night, started at 3pm, finished at 3am, started drinking at 6pm and come 4am, when i left, i was cycling manically down the main road with a tie (that i had found in the restaurant) flying loosely around my neck swigging an ice cold bottle of budweiser (that i really didn't need)on the way to my lover's house. i am an idiot, but having worked 21hrs that weekend i earned £120 alone, roughly, got £200+ coming into my bank this weekend for a good 38 1/2 hrs hard work! can't wait! i love having a job. not doing any work, just staying in bed all day with ralph. for those of you who think my boyfriend's name is raLph, it's pronounced rafe, i like to make that clear because it's a nicer name than ralllllph (no offence to you ralphies out there). reminds me of that policeman's son on the simpsons, so not a fan of going out with one of those.
before last weekend i had quit drinking, after last weekend i can see why i had quit. it's not good when the groom comes on to the bar staff and floor staff at the restaurant of their wedding reception really, and especially when graham and fabs (colleagues) drag retarded old georgia out onto the dancefloor only to watch her basically piss herself at graham's dancing, as he looked slightly like an old salsa dancer, plus the fact that he's 30 and weird looking didn't help. later that morning i went on to explain to him that it wasn't that he was a bad dancer, but that he was my dad and i thought he was sensible. wtf, i've known the guy for 3 shifts. i hate myself when i'm drunk. truly.
aaaaaah peace out i'll probably never be back on this thing
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