I have to start at Christmas eve, my sister and I went drinking, I met a guy, we went to his friend's house with another friend. WE DROVE TO KENYA, OR EGYPT, it was bloody far! Not really, but if there was a turn, we took all of them. Anyway, had loads of laughs, was very drunk, and the guy actually has personality.
I think I'm past the "I like the guy" phase, I won't ever let myself get lost again. What do I mean? I mean, I am not in control when I feel feelings.
Cold-hearted-B!%$#
OK, then... Went home with him, and then went home, and I did not have my house keys, I wrote this in the previous blog, by the way... I climbed onto our fence, after realizing that the bell doesn't work, the electric fencing's alarm doesn't want to ALARM!!! and I don't have enough money on my phone to phone a friend. I climbed onto our wall, still being drunk as a skunk, and then it hit me. And it hit me again, so, I moved, and the bugger hit me again. Apparently our front fence's wires are disconnected, the ones on the side work perfectly. I, disappointingly, ran out of courage, due to the fact that I hadn't eaten in 12 hours, I was drunk, and at mid day the sun is quite bright, to jump into our yard. No, I stood there, actually, jived, as the clicking sounds of electricity kicked me back into reality, and I realized I could die if I jump. So I got back down, and texted my daddy.
My sister looked worse than I did.
I still have bruises.
Right, my next adventure started of on New Years eve. I paid for one drink, I had about 30 in total. Went back to my Christmas Eve one-night-stand, I was to drunk to talk, and he can't even remember New Years eve, but nothing happened. I ended up kissing the owner of a well-known club in Pretoria, sadly there were witnesses, and later that night I witnessed a "crime" (seriously, it was a guy that fell onto a paved road, because some troglodyte smacked him into it) and then the police harassed the victim. I wrestled the cop, his partner wrestled me, and my friends got the partner off of me. I had a big thumb print on my arm... Its gone now...
I don't know how my legs are still bruised?
So, I made friends with the cops.
And what you see happened on 17 January, Charlie from Keep it Real did it. I love it! Love it! Looooooooooooooooooove it!
Only some of my friends and my sister know. Parents no-no. My dad and I have a few problems, we always will, but I don't want this to be an issue, but I want the tattoo. Did it hurt? Only the top two lines, it actually tickled, it was right on my tickle spot. There are two funny lines I will remember from Charlie.
1. "Why can't I have nice things?"
2. "I'm glad to see you're human."
I might go to hell though. I am beginning to become trouble, or I'm just rebelling a bit late. But I make life easier for myself!
Oh, and my mom told me something that I've wanted to say to her for years now!!!! "You should hear the way he talks to me, I'd rather be at work". I know how he talks to her, and I brain slap him every time. Sometimes I even have a knife or a gun, just as a threat, not going in for the kill.
I wish I had a camera crew follow me around like a reality TV series. The stuff I get into these days.
Every time I want to drink now, I just think of one night. A friend came home with me, I couldn't get rid of him, and he tried to get kinky. I have the perfect advice out of experience. Pretend to throw up. Stand in the bathroom, close the door, and ROAR! Works like a charm.
I do not want to end up in that situation again.
NEVER.
I need to write more often. Hope whoever read this enjoyed it.
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