She tells me a song about unrequited love reminds her of me.
It was lots of fun last night- im up at 0930 the next day, putting totally defrosted chicken nuggets and wedges into the oven (hungover breakfast- sweet!) and nibbling on doritos and dip.
Yes it's a sunday, and that's what sundays are for- but i did the exact same thing thursday. Given, i've had the week off and have slept as much as i can sleep and do kendo and watch telly- but i haven't done anything.
Last night i was ridiculously dressed and drunk, but still together enough to fight with my housemate about the texting someone, stop the rest of the girls from drinking more (while i coasted to the bar for another one) and find random people's keys.
Actually, the plot of this post have moved off an tangent.
I want to tell about the small moments of loneliness and hopelessness i felt last night. I think it's pretty profound because at that point i having fun, and suddenly I was gripped by this overwhelming, chocking sensation of loneliness. The hopelessness came after, when i realised that this might be IT. Work, drink, come home to my match box room and then back to work. Throw in a random movie night with the girls. For a more melodic and eloquent description of this listen to Lily Allen's 22.
Hypothetically, if i was lying drunk somewhere and strangers were trying to call someone to get me- i wouldn't know who i would tell them to call. I wouldn't know who to call if i ended up in prison.
I kinda understand why some people i know who have successful, established careers and what seems like good lives overseas end up home.
I'll revise my plea: if you have any say in the way the universe is run, please put in a word so that this girl will be loved and looked after.
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