Can't he just whip me?

Against all my better judgement I've allowed myself to be coaxed out for drinks with Boy from Wednesday night. In Camden. On my own. 

I briefly attempted to get Kate and Holly to come with me but Kate has work and Holly just wanted me to suffer I think. So I did the only thing a respected 20 year old would do. I have regressed to my 17 year old self because after some serious self talking to I decided that it is going to go terribly. 

It's ten to six now and I've push meeting back for an hour because I just don't know what to wear. I got new shoes today but I have banished them to my shoe draw branded inappropriate. 

It is a bit ridiculous, but bear in mind when you guys show up at my door you tell me exactly what you want, how you want it and when you want it. Much easier. 

I'll have to let you know. 

re: all the usual suspects- I will not be reading your emails until at least I get home tonight. And for your information I will be coming home tonight, no more sleepovers for me. 

Can someone call me or six of the best? Much more straight forward...

Very Bad Girl

I know I should be in bed since I have assignments due Friday, a house to unpack and Alex to have coffee with/ Holly to debrief tomorrow but I'm too wired to sleep!

After The Ace Thing blew up last weekend I stopped sulking on Tuesday. Speaking of- thank you for all the sweet little cards, flowers, chocolate and err sex toys, they really cheered me up! You're all so nice to have been thinking of me. Especially Mr-Saachi-Wand, I must start learning to say no!!

But back to the badness... since I was home alone tonight a few of the girls called me to hit Babble in Mayfair for a few drinks, after my dress crisis (I chose the black one from my picture) I jumped in a cab to pick everyone up on the way. Here's the sweet part: I only had one glass of champagne. So these guys came over to us, I was full of my usual "GoAwayIHateYou" speech but my stupid bitch friends (love you two!) wanted them to stay.

Ok so end of the story is I brought one of them back with me. (Might have been two glasses of champagne) Needed girl crisis help so Facebook-ed Holly, no answer. Definitely reliable. Mid-freak-out. I don't do One Night Stands. Not even sure the last time one of them was... this year it was only Ace... and Nate... and that Australian bloke on my birthday that Alex dragged off me because I was in Holly's bedroom. I don't think that last one counts.

Rather amateur for a pro really.

Anyway,  he's kinda hot and he's a musician. Before he fell asleep (bear in mind this was all before half one..) he told me he was 31. Help.

You're all going to slap me (more than usual) when I tell you where he's from...

I really can't justify writing anymore now unless I'm going to finish my Brand Management assignment. I really do disgust myself sometimes!

Busy Little Bee

Obviously another line from Gladiator.

Which I watched 7 times this week. Tragic I know. In other news I moved from Highgate to Camden and Ace and I are hardly communicating. Yes I know, you told me so.

I have just this morning booked flights to Italy for a week in the new year so I'm just going to warn you all that I'm going to come back in February really really fat (assuming I come ba- joking!!) And probably really sunburned even though it'll be January. I mean the second I leave England my skin just shrivels up. Se-xy.

Real reason I'm flying out is one of the guys I met out there last summer has invited me to stay with him for a while. How exciting!

Reasons Chloe and I shouldn't be left alone

10. We both enjoy Champagne more than is healthy
9. Neither of us can say no
8. Neither of us had the sense not to take naughty pictures with my webcam
7. We stupidly choose to send pictures to our mutual friends
6. Yes, yes that does mean Ace. **
5. Although we are both consenting adults my flat doesn't have a voice and I feel for this reason the poor thing has been abused.
4. Same with my computer
3. She needs to be able to drive the next day
2. There was a reason I moved my work stuff to, you know... work. That reason is because no matter what. Chloe will find it.
1. That is how we reached that picture on a cold Wednesday night in October

**Note. Ace is so lovely that I don't mind sending him drunken filth. Especially when it entices him to come over with wine in the wee hours and entertain me through my alcohol induced madness.
(Of course I made sure he was also sufficiently intoxicated, am I not the perfect hostess?)