It’s
1am. I can’t believe it’s 2002 already! Don’t feel much difference
really…. Well except for this darned flu I caught. Finally I’m able to tear
myself away from work to give my poor ailing site a little boost.
Where
do I start? Mad NYE party, brought a friend with me. The party was at Ean’s
house. Knew less than half the people there but nothing some alcohol won’t
fix. *LOL*
Didn’t
go over to May’s place OR Myra’s place like we planned earlier. The crowd
thinned and someone decided to play spin the bottle. Don’t even ask.
Standard
dare was to snog the person the bottle pointed to. Guy or girl regardless… *evil
grin* so we play we did. And since the guys out numbered the girls…. *Eevilll
laugh*. To spare the audience details, it got well raunchy after a while but
it wasn’t exactly American Pie 3.
Apparently
yours truly had a close episode in the bathroom…not that I remember exactly
what happened since everyone was so pissed drunk no one knew what was going on.
What I remember though was the ridiculously funny sight of seeing the guys snog
each other. Oh man… that was just classic.
Didn’t
really manage to pull anyone considering they were literally no good looking
ones around. And considering I knew some them personally didn’t help.
Played
a few rounds of twister… sat around.. finally went home at 7.30am.
In case you’re wondering why it’s been described in such a boring manner. Well… I’m obligated to keep minor details for the best interest of the parties present. So… there. I’m a boring ol’ git with half the tendency to be a blabber mouth. *slaps forehead*
Dag
nabbit this stupid boy by the name of Ian is being such a bleeding bitch. I
think he’s like 16 or something and he’s texting my sister. Cradle snatcher.
Wait till I find out how old that little wanker is. Now the phone’s with me
and he’s like texting me. I swear these little idiots need to be chained and
slapped around a bit.
This
flu of mine ain’t going no where either. It’s lodged up my nose if anything.
Urgh.
Might
be going to Orange this Saturday night. It’s gonna be R & B and I’ve
been advised to wear all black. *LOL* Maybe I can put my patent leather
trousers to good use this time… *evil laugh*
Oh oh! And Klue magazine is considering hiring my to be a temp. Yay! It’s not gonna be a lot but heck… working in a magazine would be kinda fun. I hope… too bad there’s so little gigs going on these days.
Well
I better go work out or sleep or something… I feel so worn out from all that
partying over the week that right now I think I need either a long rest or some
incentive to be alive this week.
And suddenly Kat recalls the unresolved matter of studies, loan, more jobs than I can handle, room cleaning, skeleton in the closet, too many unwanted soft toys lounging around and a desperate need for some. *Sigh*
Oh and as for new year’s resolution…. I’m still coming up with one… yeah I know.
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