Yesterday was boring. Watched Transformers the movie (one of my housemates actually bought it!), Pop Idol (how good was the guy with the stammer?) Popstars In Their Eyes (go George!), An audience with Kylie, Austin Powers (groovy baby!) and Smackdown. Got a phone call from one of my old housemates. The other one went to the rock night on Friday and stayed out all night. And most of yesterday. He probably pulled (lucky bastard).
Woke up this morning, got ready to continue work on the mural (it’s almost done and I’ve been told my flames look really good), switched on my phone and was informed I had a text message. It simply said ‘FANCY SEX’. Then my phone beeped again. This message said ‘HOW ABOUT A BLOW JOB’. That was it. Both from the same number (which I don’t recognise) and both unsigned. Strange.
Mind you it’s the best offer I’ve had in a while.
Tonight, ‘Monty Python and the Holy Grail’. Expect much ‘Ni!’ness from me tomorrow.
I’ve got this meeting on Monday. Hopefully I will have everything sorted then.
Unless…the messages were from…but she does not have my number…unless he gave her…but he would ask me first…but I would not mind…nevermind. I’m rambling (shock).
It could not be…she does not have my number…unless…God I hope not…that would be a nightmare…
I’ll go before confusing you more.
Will
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