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........a girl like me.
some people are born lucky. they just have this knack of achievin whatever they set their mind to. some people, on the other hand, are born unlucky, and no matter how much they try, always seem to get the bum deal
AND THEN u get people like me. the idiots, who have the right option, the luck under their nose, but still manage to miss it completely, still make the worst choices ever.
take, for example, my recent night out. the work do that sort of turned into a free-for-all-any-one-join-in. now i am a party girl. going out n havin a good time is what i am about!!!!!
.....and u meet people. so i meet a guy (for the sake of this il name him sam tho thats NOT his name). Sam seems like a lovely bloke. Handsome, charming, polite, intelligent, exactly what i need after the list of losers that compose my recent bf list.
And then theres Pete (once again, no real names) Pete is exactly what i DONT need. for one hes a complete and utter chav. i mean, unbelieveable, the kind i cant stand. it was bredda this n blad day n raaaaaaaaaaaaaw n words i dont even understand yet smiled n nodded politely to. basically, hes bad news. out of work out of collage carrying guns n drugs n god knows what else (and let me tell u, i do not live in the "ghetto" ends of london, in fact, bareley even london. this aint the sort of area where u need to carry knives and watch ur back, and i detest little boys who think they are grown men because they can get there mates to bottle some kid)
so any way. im drawn to him like a moth to a flame. he isnt even good looking. so its back to his wiv all the chavvy mates to whatch films. 3 in the morning, i find myself thinking, "what the fuck are you doing here????" the place was a dump, i had nothing in common with any of em, i didnt no where i was or anything
but petes being nice so i think hey il stay a little bit longer. (and by nice i do mean jus nice. nothing happens, this is not some sordid sex story!!!)
so im bored, not really enjoy the film, n i look around. thats when i c the pics. "hey" i say "cute baby, whos is it???"
BIG MISTAKE!
"oh yeah thats my son, and this is my daughter, n that girl there thats my sons mother, n this is my daughters mother, and this ones here pregnant........."
im thinking.......u no what...................... thanks but no fanks.
so next chance i get im out the door
4 in the mornin
on me own
no where to go.
sit n wait 4 a cab 4 half hour n go home
5 oclock i find myself sittin in bed unable to sleep
knowing in 4 hours im gunna have2 gt up 4 wrk
and i think "it would only happen to me"
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Posted by karabelle on 2007-12-08 04:22:56 | Rating: | Views: 127
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Wow...sounds like you met Kevin Federline. Eeeew. Glad you amanged to "escape"!
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Posted by EllisP
on 2007-12-08 06:39:11
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what would a real life look like? what do you expect?
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Posted by luvurneighbor
on 2007-12-09 02:11:01
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