After much persuasion that I was who I claimed to be, Tim was uber excited about tonight’s planned cocktails.
I, on the other hand, had my memory wiped by yesterday’s traumatic event and had forgotten all about having to socialise until I got this text:
Ha ha got my sxy pants on 4 sum crazy 2nite. Dont 4get ur skimpy undies coz ur gettin lucky. Timxx
Is he taking the piss?
With the mood I’m in he’ll be lucky if I talk to him, don’t mind straddle a stranger!
I need a hat…
Fat Paula keeps looking at me and sniggering …..my hair might resemble a dead animal but at least I can fit through a doorway! Stupid spaz face.
Maybe I should invest in a new outfit to distract from my ‘hair’…