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- Listening To:
- Undertow - The Ballad Of Selene
Well…
Bit of a weird one this week. I've decided me and my coats are cursed. Now for those that don't know me I have a bad habit of spending money on winter coats - I love 'em :)
I have three that I wear out and about 10 others I use on and off. I'm aware it's a problem ;)
Thing is, every time I wear one on something seems to happen to it. Whether it's the brown one having someone puke all over it. The grey one covered in beer, or the black one covered in ketchup or mayonnaise. Due to this I am now on first name terms with the local dry cleaners.
So anyway, sitting on the train on the way back listening to my music, sitting next to a rather nice girl who I was having a chat with when around half way into the journey I feel a patter on my head. To which I look up and some bastards chocolate milk had leaked from the overhead bag, rolled along the top and then decided to empty itself all over my head and coat. Picture me turning round to this girl with chocolate milk running down my face - needless to say she moved while I spent the best part of the journey cleaning myself up and thus sending my coat this weekend back to the fucking dry cleaners - fuck sakes!
Anyway last night was cool - Oakers, Andy, Sam, Johnson, Ryan, Jen and Jen were out so cheered me up.
Started off in the old town and worked our way up to the Pig for 9ish. Sam thinks he may have seen the girl who's number I've been meaning to get leave just before we arrived - I thought of starting off in the old town for a change of scenery and thinking ok she might turn up later - fucking typical.
And people think I'm not cursed?
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