A Wine Should Do It

Isn’t it always the case that it’s difficult to get back into shape…
After giving myself a good ol’ break, i find it difficult to concentrate for hours at a time like i used to
Should stop blogging haha!

>_<

Went for a dinner party last night and as Matt pulled up into the driveway of the house, he asked
“Do you like bis?”
I stoned and stared at him for a bit
“What.”
“Do you like bis?” he repeated
“… What?”

What kinda party is he bringing me to…

“Bikes,” he said, annunciating the ‘k’ more clearly
“Ohhh bikes…”

Ozzie accents.
Making me jump to conclusions that we were going for a sex party instead of a proper sit-down one with wine, roast beef, Yorkshire pudding and a handsome toddler running around with two dogs.

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I feel a bit out of it these few days
I’m not talking like myself
I’m not blogging like how i usually do
My sleep pattern and dreams are stranger then usual
My concentration is lagging badly
I keep on making excuses to shop more

I think i need to take up something to dwell on the important things in my life
Maybe meditation

I can hear you all guffawing at the very thought of me sitting quietly going “Ohmmmm….” already
-_-

I was trying to decide whether to stay with my parents the past few days to concentrate on my work instead of in the apartment
It honestly doesn’t make much difference to me, except of course, i get to run off to get a welcome distraction of hugs and kisses every hour (more like minutes)

“Do you want me to stay at home tonight? I can just do my work there.”
“Just do it here!”
“You sure? You could get some alone time.”
Everyone needs alone time.
Alone time is nice and fulfills you in some way that those who do not revel in it cannot appreciate

But he said no and said to stay so… okay lor

I drove instead of him yesterday
“Baby picking me up? Wow.”
“Yes.”

Then the bugger kacau-ed me while i was driving
“You’re the inferior sex, you should be happy to drive me.”
I stoned.
“What.”
“Nothing.”
I unlocked the car doors.
“Inferior sex, you say? Go. Walk home.”
“I could just take a taxi.”
“Go and take a taxi then. Hurry up.”
“No…”
I looked at him sideways smugly
“What? Don’t want to take a taxi? Then shut up.“

Whoa, imagine if i was a guy driving.
I’d be abusing women left right centre.

“Hurry up! Go down on me RIGHT NOW or else i won’t fetch you home! I’ll leave you in the middle of this deserted area to rot and get raped!”

Actually, who said i need to have a penis to carry those sort of actions out.
Hmm…

Oh God, concentrate woman, concentrate!

Maybe a glass of shiraz will help… :p

Speaking of wine, GarfieldChak spurted an ABSURD idea to me the other night
“Why don’t we try one time going out without drinking?”
“WHY would you want to do that?!”
“It’ll be different. Come on! It’ll be fun!”

My eyes widened. Fun?
I mean, i can have fun withouth drinking *cough*
But the entire point of going out and having a few beers or wine with a friend is to let loose and chill out.
Now that’s fun.

“Why do you keep on trying to separate my alcohol and me? What satisfaction does that give you?!”

He replied that every single time he sees me he ends up having a couple of drinks
Then he started calling me names like the devil and satan

“I have a feeling i will delete your number from my phone and we can never be friends again.”
“Oh, come on…”
“Nope.”

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