So yes life threw me a curveball, and I aptly celebrated the fact I am a retrenched 24-year old this weekend.
No, I became an alcoholic this weekend.
On Friday I went to Tiger Tiger until 5:30 am.
I haven’t done this since I was 18.
And I could’ve stayed longer.
Steve is in Charlotte, North Carolina at the moment on business, and my ex was at Tiger Tiger. Bad combination of events, especially when you have no willpower like me. I love and hate him. But more pertinently: I lust over this man like nothing on Earth. Brad Pitt could walk past and I wouldn’t notice. And I had a jolly good night flirting my way [almost] straight back into bed with him. I’m an evil and confused person at the best of times, but right now I’m totally f*cked in the head, I’m pretty sure of it. As a result, the ex wants me back. I can see it and feel it. I should be ecstatic, but I’m still just numb.
He asked me out again on Saturday. And sent me an e-mail. This is totally out of character for him. So now I’m retrenched, screwed and confused. It would be much easier if I just went crazy and then wouldn’t know what’s going on around me.
And I went out. Saw all my [very intoxicated] guy friends at The Colony and got groped, then decided I’d had enough and ducked outta there.
Then my parents took me to see the stage performance of The Sound of Music in Pretoria yesterday. Oh my god. Three hours of “How Do You Solve A Problem Like Maria.”
But at least I got to drive Steve’s Audi to work. Oooh it’s an amazing little vehicle that. Air-con, six CD shuttle, windows that go “zzzzssshhht”” and an engine that screams “PUT FOOT BITCH” when I drive. Ooooh it’s so nice.
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