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My name is Cassandra . I am a girl , I am 19, I live in London. I think thats all you need to know.
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My name is Cassandra . I am a girl , I am 19, I live in London. I think thats all you need to know.
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» The passive-aggressive guilt trip
Last night
I went out for a friend's birthday, at the bar the food poisoning from the chinese takeaway I'd eaten began to kick in so I told her I was gonna go home and give the club a miss.
To which she replied, "Of all nights this is the worst thing that could happen, Tom got mugged in Leeds so he can't make it, Sarah's grandma has just died and Louise has flu and now you're ill... no one has turned up, I put 53 people on the guest list." There were actually about 20 people there anyway so it wasn't that bad.
Then she hugged me for about 10 minutes, and I'm 5"9 and shes about 5"2 so I just felt really awkward with this little midget woman attached to my waist whilst I was shivering and having cold sweats. In the end out of guilt/pity, I stayed until 2am
(Sat 15th Oct 2005, 14:21, More)
Last night
I went out for a friend's birthday, at the bar the food poisoning from the chinese takeaway I'd eaten began to kick in so I told her I was gonna go home and give the club a miss.
To which she replied, "Of all nights this is the worst thing that could happen, Tom got mugged in Leeds so he can't make it, Sarah's grandma has just died and Louise has flu and now you're ill... no one has turned up, I put 53 people on the guest list." There were actually about 20 people there anyway so it wasn't that bad.
Then she hugged me for about 10 minutes, and I'm 5"9 and shes about 5"2 so I just felt really awkward with this little midget woman attached to my waist whilst I was shivering and having cold sweats. In the end out of guilt/pity, I stayed until 2am
(Sat 15th Oct 2005, 14:21, More)
» Pretentious bollocks
My first day at the London College Of Fashion
which was on Monday. Half way through the induction speech this tall peroxide blonde boy walks in with a straw hat perched precariously on his head a la Pete Doherty and stupid tattoos that look home-made all over his arms. He stumbles to the front and proclaims that he has a hangover (no one has even asked why he is late) The course tutor says "Oh, we don't like hangovers here." to which he replies, "And you think I do!" He sat on his chair for 10 seconds before stumbling clumsily into the toilets and returning just before the end of the speech, probably shooting up heroine or snorting coke to go with his babyshambles image. The next day he arrives in the same straw hat and a French Army style jacket... a la Pete Doherty... oh and hes topless underneath, at the beginning of Autumn, in London. So pretentious.
Oh and yesterday I saw some guys in the National Portrait Gallery with a film crew and they were deciding how they could incorporate small soft-toy Fox into a serious commentary on Paintings of the Tudor family. Why I don't know? But listening to them was hilarious.
(Wed 28th Sep 2005, 15:32, More)
My first day at the London College Of Fashion
which was on Monday. Half way through the induction speech this tall peroxide blonde boy walks in with a straw hat perched precariously on his head a la Pete Doherty and stupid tattoos that look home-made all over his arms. He stumbles to the front and proclaims that he has a hangover (no one has even asked why he is late) The course tutor says "Oh, we don't like hangovers here." to which he replies, "And you think I do!" He sat on his chair for 10 seconds before stumbling clumsily into the toilets and returning just before the end of the speech, probably shooting up heroine or snorting coke to go with his babyshambles image. The next day he arrives in the same straw hat and a French Army style jacket... a la Pete Doherty... oh and hes topless underneath, at the beginning of Autumn, in London. So pretentious.
Oh and yesterday I saw some guys in the National Portrait Gallery with a film crew and they were deciding how they could incorporate small soft-toy Fox into a serious commentary on Paintings of the Tudor family. Why I don't know? But listening to them was hilarious.
(Wed 28th Sep 2005, 15:32, More)
» Scary Neighbours
Our last next door neighbours that we managed to drive out....
This really boring, twee Canadian man moved in on his own, all we knew about him was that he was a chocolate scientist or something. Then about a month later this little troll-like woman moves in with a big piano, she's Russian and she's his new wife. Me thinks he ordered her from one of THOSE websites. Anyway all day long she plays really loud Russian songs on the piano, sometimes singing. And then they had 2 babies who I felt so sorry for because the mother used to scream at them in Russian all the time and the dad was just a total wuss. Then we decided we'd had enough of them and my dad declared war on them, you know the typical glaring over over the garden fence and stuff. Then it got a bit shouty and they moved out... WIMPS! Come to think of it... maybe we're the scary neighbours!
(Thu 25th Aug 2005, 22:34, More)
Our last next door neighbours that we managed to drive out....
This really boring, twee Canadian man moved in on his own, all we knew about him was that he was a chocolate scientist or something. Then about a month later this little troll-like woman moves in with a big piano, she's Russian and she's his new wife. Me thinks he ordered her from one of THOSE websites. Anyway all day long she plays really loud Russian songs on the piano, sometimes singing. And then they had 2 babies who I felt so sorry for because the mother used to scream at them in Russian all the time and the dad was just a total wuss. Then we decided we'd had enough of them and my dad declared war on them, you know the typical glaring over over the garden fence and stuff. Then it got a bit shouty and they moved out... WIMPS! Come to think of it... maybe we're the scary neighbours!
(Thu 25th Aug 2005, 22:34, More)