Bleurgh!
Don't cha just hate it, when you emerge form the shower, smelling all nice and fresh, sit down for a relax...
...then promptly, and unexpectedly, spew up all over yourself!
So, now I has a vom scented 'tashe.
Lovely.
So, now I has to dive back in the shower before heading off to The Whatacunt feeling as rough as.
Remember last week - I predicted I was so finally gonna pull tonight, and prompted all my harem of Pretties to attend for the seduction thereof?
No chance of that now - apart from the fact that no-one wants to cop off with a sweaty, visually unappealing, short fat gothboy with preposterous hair, ludicrous shades replaced by a ridiculous 'tashe and an abundance of feathers (apart from the incessant parade of gayboys under the misapprehention that The Xym is gay, which he ain't, Ladies!), in the unlikely event that some Pretty finds The Xym appealling, it wouldn't last if I ends up slathering her in sick.
So, looks like I'll just be taking it easy tonight, nursing bizarre cocktails on the sofa, admiring my unobtainable Pretties.
So, no change there then!
