I'm sitting here below A and G walking around upstairs and grinning to myself. Just minutes before I was licking my fingers and smiling at G downstairs washing up, him none the wiser. How simple men are, but unfortunately it doesn't stop you liking the idea of them every now and then.
Tonight I'm looking forward to the weekend. Tomorrow, it's going to be me, a bottle of wine, a few spliffs and enough books on polish theatre to make me go crazy... but saturday is different. It's M's 21st and a drum and bass night too; I'll mix between the two I think. I really think TC might be at this night too, even though his lack of motivation is kind of a turnoff.. if only men really managed to get themselves back on their feet it would be fine. Tomorrow, I have one more day and evening of being (vaguely) good and then I'm free for one night, unleashed, Leeds is mine for the taking, and what a great place to go wild. A house party (sadly no soundsystem and uv at this one) with all the close mates to get warmed up, and then intimate drum and bass, sweating alongside complete strangers and dancing until it's not physically possible anymore. Now that's a turn on... it'll get me through tonight and tomorrow anyway...
Dxx
