So. I’m back.
I found my ex boyfriend’s blog today, as well as his new girlfriend’s blog. So, I did what every ex girlfriend would do – I read every single blog entry. I’ve since discovered that she and I are almost identical twins. Well, she’s me about 4 years ago. Interesting.
I feel like shit tonight. It’s probably because I’m recovering from a massive weekend. And I’m alone. I’m not used to being alone.
Yesterday was ANZAC day. I was such a good Australian – I went to the Dawn Service at the Army Barracks. My friend Jessica went with the pure intention of trying to pick up, or, shopping for a husband as she put it. I went with the intention of having a reason to start drinking at 5am. Funny thing is, I ended up macking on with a cute Army boy and Jessica went home alone at 2pm.
My Army Boy was cute. You see, I think that ANZAC day is the only day where it’s acceptable to pash an AJ in public. He wore a suit and tie and a CK watch. He went to a private school in Melbourne and had been drinking as long as I had been. Fabulous. Match made in heaven. I think we spent about $500 on two-up, and another $400 on alcohol. Thanks K-Rudd…tee hee. I left the AJ at 10pm – this isn’t early considering I had been hanging out with him since about 8.30am, and drinking since 4.30am. We were both far too drunk to take our “relationship” to “the next step”, so passed on that option and went our own ways. Aww. He was cute. Pity he’s in the Army.
I’m waiting for poker to start on tv. I’ve got more that I want to write, but maybe later.
Goodnight.
