ok so the pigeon saga is over. i awoke to find the pigeon still alive when i got to work we made a few phone calls and found vet around the corner willing to take it. i dont want to know what happened to the pigeon after that i tend to think it would be in pigeon heaven right now but at least not in pain if that is the case.
so all this pigeon talk and no time to reflect on the weekend....so
Saw r on Friday night. Thought I was well and trully past it, after all, it has been a long time. As they say out of sight out of mind but seeing made me feel very nostalgic. He was his usual charming self, greeting me with a huge smile, a kiss and a hug and even fished for information about me and a boyfriend. And that’s it! That’s the sad story, after nearly a year of solid work convincing myself that he’s a total womanising arse, I got completely sucked in to thinking he is wonderful….AGAIN…and now here I am writing about him…I’m fighting a losing battle here….SIGH
Anyway following seeing r went to the grace and for some reason we seem to meet a lot of backpackers from europe when we go there (probably the hostel across the road). So a guy was playing pool and began speaking to me and I noticed an accent but it was very hard to identify So I said “oh you have an accent, where are you from?”. He replied “Actually I’m from here. I wear a hearing aid but I’m trying”…
fuckit I’m such a loser sometimes. He was really sweet so I presume he didn’t take offense. Either that or he just felt sorry for me.
Mickey blue eyes and Joe with BO were there too but this time no BO, it’s amazing how much a bit of body odour can ruin a cute face and an even cuter irish accent.
On Saturday was the big highly anticipated poker game. I had fun except for being on Rk's table because a) he ended up being the winner and b) he had to leave the table every 2 minutes to make sure everyone else knew the rules. This made it very slow poker. Anyway I played way too consevatively and lost...i don’t know how I got so conservative. I fear I’m the rock. The rule book says don’t become a rock.
That's it! Insert pigeon saga now.
Ps i fear that if i told james to jump off a cliff he actually would.
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Yeah, was a bit ghey leaving the tbale, next competition will be more organised, and your right the rock is no good!
If its any consolation, heres a conversation i had a week ago.
X: I was playing foosball last week at mojo on saturday, and there was this wanker playing, do you know i mean?
Me: who? what did he do?
X: Always going on about himself, talking a lot, not even that good.
Me: Wat did he look like?
X: Dunno, sorta tall.
Me: Did he like look like a football player?
X: Yeah, thats a good description he looked like a football player, wanker.
Me: Ha yeah i know who your talking about.
X: I think Tanya liked him?
Me: Nah.
X: Yeah he looks like a football player
Me: yeah he looks like Mark Stevens.
X: wanker.
But may be thats only when hes drunk :P
ha
he told me he played x a couple of weeks ago and that x was less than impressed with his table soccer antics
he gave me an impression of x's facial response but it didn't look much like wyman at all
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