Hello cyber space, I doubt anyone is reading this yet so I guess I'm talking to myself.
I have been a little naughty this week. I've had two big smokes instead of the usual one. One of my ex-boyfriends, who I haven't seen for years wanted to see me. He had got in touch on good old Facebook (maybe not so good!)
Anyway, I really couldn't be bothered to see him... Well, not without my good old friend Mr Crack. So, I got a big piece for myself. A forty. What I would normally share with my boy.
Anyway, I** came over to mine after he finished work. Must have reached around 7.30pm. I started seeing I** during November 2001. I was 20 at the time, and still with my first boyfriend J***. J*** was a cunt, but that's another story.
I remember the day well, I had just been told I was going to be made redundant from my first 'proper' office job. I worked for a media company in Camden. One of the managers had gone crazy with her budget, spending a shit load on un-needed furniture and as a result, all 170 staff members bar the 4-5 directors lost their jobs. I was one of the last to go as I actually did some work.
On the day I was made redundant I went out for a drink with C*******. C******* had been my best friend whilst in high school, from around the age of 14 right until we both left working for McDonald's at 17. Since then our constant contact quickly diminished and at this time I hadn't seen her for a good two years. Since I didn't have to go to work tomorrow (I would be required to work some more days, but not full time anymore), I decided getting fucked was the first thing on my agenda.
As we were commiserating the quiet drink idea had just gone out of the window. Getting fucked was the only agenda of the night. C******* was still at uni, so this suited her fine. The drinks where on me. Even though I had only been working there for 5 months and wasn't entitled to an increased redundancy final pay, they did give me one. That suited C******* even more.
I have been a little naughty this week. I've had two big smokes instead of the usual one. One of my ex-boyfriends, who I haven't seen for years wanted to see me. He had got in touch on good old Facebook (maybe not so good!)
Anyway, I really couldn't be bothered to see him... Well, not without my good old friend Mr Crack. So, I got a big piece for myself. A forty. What I would normally share with my boy.
Anyway, I** came over to mine after he finished work. Must have reached around 7.30pm. I started seeing I** during November 2001. I was 20 at the time, and still with my first boyfriend J***. J*** was a cunt, but that's another story.
I remember the day well, I had just been told I was going to be made redundant from my first 'proper' office job. I worked for a media company in Camden. One of the managers had gone crazy with her budget, spending a shit load on un-needed furniture and as a result, all 170 staff members bar the 4-5 directors lost their jobs. I was one of the last to go as I actually did some work.
On the day I was made redundant I went out for a drink with C*******. C******* had been my best friend whilst in high school, from around the age of 14 right until we both left working for McDonald's at 17. Since then our constant contact quickly diminished and at this time I hadn't seen her for a good two years. Since I didn't have to go to work tomorrow (I would be required to work some more days, but not full time anymore), I decided getting fucked was the first thing on my agenda.
As we were commiserating the quiet drink idea had just gone out of the window. Getting fucked was the only agenda of the night. C******* was still at uni, so this suited her fine. The drinks where on me. Even though I had only been working there for 5 months and wasn't entitled to an increased redundancy final pay, they did give me one. That suited C******* even more.
We both had an eye for sexy black guys, and you met sexy black guys in Streatham. We reached the Horse and Groom around 7pm and immediately ordered a bottle of white wine. I poured a large glass and discreetly removed a small plastic baggy from my wallet.
'C*******... Have you ever done a pill?'
'No'
'Well, I'm going to do a half. They're really nice. These ones are called 'Pink Smilies' and they've got a really nice, subtle buzz. If you want to try some, the offer is there'
I always liked someone else to be taking drugs when I did. Especially when you were taking pills. When two friends are on a pill buzz, the connection is unbelievable. It's so deep, so loving, so caring. Life without your pill buddy is an unbearable thought. You love no one more. You watch each other sitting there, feeling slightly sick while you're coming up together. Sipping your alcoholic drinks as quickly as possible, so by the time you come up you're not all jittery, grinding teeth and tense. You're unable to smoke a single cigarette due to the MDMA. You watched each other until you come up, maybe being sick, maybe not. Most definitely hot and sweaty, pupils dilating and euphoria rushing. You watch as you both start to endlessly smoke cigarettes. You share something special.
Anyway C******* refused my offer. I placed half in my mouth and then washed it down with some wine. At the bar we both noticed two guys. I say two, but it was only the one guy we noticed. He was mixed race, with very light skin. Very tall, very slim. Shaved head with a wicked set of cheek bones and light coloured eyes. He was gorgeous. The epitome of fitness.
The guy with Mr Fit was white, middle aged, over weight and going bald. Needless to say that's where my memory of white guy ends. I honestly cannot remember one thing he said or did the whole night.
The guys couldn't fail to notice us looking and came over, with Mr Fit sitting next to C*******. And boy was I pissed. C****** was about 5'8, a chunky but slim size 10 (kinda boyish solid figure, if you know what I mean, think the tennis sisters Venus and Serena Williams), with long white blond hair. It went all the way down her back, and I had never known her to have another style apart from washing it, and leaving it to dry with her natural (kinda frizzy) waves. She had ice blue eyes and an English rose complexion. But, by the age of 20, I have to admit, she seriously wasn't making the most of herself.
She could have straightened her hair, or worn it curly with just a touch of mouse and a quick scrunch after washing. She wore a little black mascara and some concealer on a spot, but nothing else. Blue mascara, blue to dark gray eye shadow, a little foundation with a tint of yellow/bronze, a little fake tan and nails, push-up bra, sexy little outfit showing a bit of cleavage and leg, and she would have been fucking HOT! A blond Jessica Rabbit HOT!
But C******* wasn't like that. I remember when I first started wearing thongs knickers around the age of 17. I was sleeping with guys, I wanted to look sexy and I certainly didn't want to be seen in granny knickers any more! Well C******* couldn't but help but to reminded me of a time a couple of years ago. We must have been 15, maybe early 16. We both laughed at a girl we knew who wore thongs. What was the point of wearing a piece of string instead of a pair of knickers. They looked uncomfortable and grown up. At 20 however, C******* still clung to her youth.
Me however, I had gone from weighing at my heaviest 12.4 stones (172 lbs and I'm only 5'6), wearing a size 16 (that's a 12 in the USA), with a chubby face that had cheek bones so plump they swallowed my eyes; curly orange/blond hair and typical pale English skin covered in freckles; to weighing 9.6lbs (132 lbs), a sleek size 10 (6 USA) with wicked high cheek bones. This made my eyes look larger and when I added my make up which I had perfected when my eyes appeared smaller; the dark, smokey, make-your-eyes-look-bigger application resulted in them standing out on my face with their green colour more noticeable than ever before. My hair had now experienced the delight of hair dye opposed to the 'Sun-In' I had subjected it to in my younger years. I had perfected the natural look. So much, that when I dyed it dark people asked why, as my 'natural blond' looked so nice! Whilst it was darker at the top, it faded gradually into a light blond, with natural highlights thanks to the summer sun. I was now a fan of fake tan, making my numerous freckles less noticeable and finally, I was thankful to God that when I lost all that weight, I lost none off my boobs. They had remained at 34DD and boy did I show them off!
Anyway, C******* had a man, who she lived with and I made it perfectly clear I wanted a piece of Mr Fit. Mr Fit was called I** he was 29 and had not long come from Manchester to London. He was working in sales in the City and living in Tooting.
Most of the night was a blur, as me and I** chatted more and more. Poor C******* was stuck with My Ugly all night. Pretty soon the subject of conversation turned to drugs and I offered I** the other half of the pill. I also had another quarter stored in the pouch, so I took that to top myself up.
I think we both knew we would be seeing each other again. We both knew their was something special. But pills always made you feel like that. Mr Ugly disappeared at some time and soon the pub would be closing. We were asked to drink up. By now, we were all rather tipsy, and of course me and I** were pilling. I wasn't smashed, but tipsy as we walked back to my E-reg Mini Cooper. It was old, but it was wicked. Jet black and when polished if it wasn't for the E-reg you would think it was much newer.
I dropped I** home and although my memory is blurred I do know that I swooned all about I** the rest of the journey back to C*******’s.
Me and I** saw each other for a year, but he wouldn't commit and I eventually met someone else. And that's where me and I** ended. But once again that's another story.
Back to present day, and I** wanted to come over. He is now working as an investment banker, earning around £75k a year, has his own flat in Ibiza with the rent paying the mortgage, renting an expensive flat in Fulham, single, still damn sexy, but wait for it, things are never perfect in Jay's world, he also has a 6 month old son called Reon (like Leon with a 'R'). He split up with the 22 year old mummy before she knew she was up the duff. He doesn't like her very much to be honest. They met in Ibiza, where I** was earning serious money doing something I have no doubt wasn't 100% legal (Time share scams or something), so since they split, has done nothing but request crazy money. £1,200 as rent for a flat before the baby was born (council pays for it now), £500 for clothes (I** refused and went Mothercare himself), £300 for an iPhone, oh, the list goes on.
I've already done the boyfriend with a crazy ex, and for sure I ain't going back there (that's what sent me to full blown drug addiction!) So I made it clear, there would be no funny business between me and him. He kinda invited himself to stay the night. I was going to put him on my sofa, but my two cats Tsega my big boy and Orion the little one would have woken him at dawn. Orion is only 3 and he's mental. He’s a pedigree Bengal so has wild blood. Asian leopard cat. This means they were much more active and destructive than moggies. So, when Orion kicks off at 3am he gets shut in the front room / kitchen area of my flat. So I** wouldn't have got much sleep, and I certainly wasn't shutting them in the small kitchen for him. So to cut a long story a bit shorter, I let him crash in my king sized bed.
Haven't heard from him since the tube ride to work the next day... I was pretty much a bitch prodding him if he dared to move, breath heavily, breath at all!
Anyway, gonna chip. Got a fake tan to do, a flat to tidy and most definitely a trip to re-load on the necessity's... Yes, more light and more booze.
(Grumble, just got back and wasted £20 on shit! Great, plus we had to drive all over south west London for 50 minutes, on what should have been a 20 minute drive)
Peace x
Crack Princess
'C*******... Have you ever done a pill?'
'No'
'Well, I'm going to do a half. They're really nice. These ones are called 'Pink Smilies' and they've got a really nice, subtle buzz. If you want to try some, the offer is there'
I always liked someone else to be taking drugs when I did. Especially when you were taking pills. When two friends are on a pill buzz, the connection is unbelievable. It's so deep, so loving, so caring. Life without your pill buddy is an unbearable thought. You love no one more. You watch each other sitting there, feeling slightly sick while you're coming up together. Sipping your alcoholic drinks as quickly as possible, so by the time you come up you're not all jittery, grinding teeth and tense. You're unable to smoke a single cigarette due to the MDMA. You watched each other until you come up, maybe being sick, maybe not. Most definitely hot and sweaty, pupils dilating and euphoria rushing. You watch as you both start to endlessly smoke cigarettes. You share something special.
Anyway C******* refused my offer. I placed half in my mouth and then washed it down with some wine. At the bar we both noticed two guys. I say two, but it was only the one guy we noticed. He was mixed race, with very light skin. Very tall, very slim. Shaved head with a wicked set of cheek bones and light coloured eyes. He was gorgeous. The epitome of fitness.
The guy with Mr Fit was white, middle aged, over weight and going bald. Needless to say that's where my memory of white guy ends. I honestly cannot remember one thing he said or did the whole night.
The guys couldn't fail to notice us looking and came over, with Mr Fit sitting next to C*******. And boy was I pissed. C****** was about 5'8, a chunky but slim size 10 (kinda boyish solid figure, if you know what I mean, think the tennis sisters Venus and Serena Williams), with long white blond hair. It went all the way down her back, and I had never known her to have another style apart from washing it, and leaving it to dry with her natural (kinda frizzy) waves. She had ice blue eyes and an English rose complexion. But, by the age of 20, I have to admit, she seriously wasn't making the most of herself.
She could have straightened her hair, or worn it curly with just a touch of mouse and a quick scrunch after washing. She wore a little black mascara and some concealer on a spot, but nothing else. Blue mascara, blue to dark gray eye shadow, a little foundation with a tint of yellow/bronze, a little fake tan and nails, push-up bra, sexy little outfit showing a bit of cleavage and leg, and she would have been fucking HOT! A blond Jessica Rabbit HOT!
But C******* wasn't like that. I remember when I first started wearing thongs knickers around the age of 17. I was sleeping with guys, I wanted to look sexy and I certainly didn't want to be seen in granny knickers any more! Well C******* couldn't but help but to reminded me of a time a couple of years ago. We must have been 15, maybe early 16. We both laughed at a girl we knew who wore thongs. What was the point of wearing a piece of string instead of a pair of knickers. They looked uncomfortable and grown up. At 20 however, C******* still clung to her youth.
Me however, I had gone from weighing at my heaviest 12.4 stones (172 lbs and I'm only 5'6), wearing a size 16 (that's a 12 in the USA), with a chubby face that had cheek bones so plump they swallowed my eyes; curly orange/blond hair and typical pale English skin covered in freckles; to weighing 9.6lbs (132 lbs), a sleek size 10 (6 USA) with wicked high cheek bones. This made my eyes look larger and when I added my make up which I had perfected when my eyes appeared smaller; the dark, smokey, make-your-eyes-look-bigger application resulted in them standing out on my face with their green colour more noticeable than ever before. My hair had now experienced the delight of hair dye opposed to the 'Sun-In' I had subjected it to in my younger years. I had perfected the natural look. So much, that when I dyed it dark people asked why, as my 'natural blond' looked so nice! Whilst it was darker at the top, it faded gradually into a light blond, with natural highlights thanks to the summer sun. I was now a fan of fake tan, making my numerous freckles less noticeable and finally, I was thankful to God that when I lost all that weight, I lost none off my boobs. They had remained at 34DD and boy did I show them off!
Anyway, C******* had a man, who she lived with and I made it perfectly clear I wanted a piece of Mr Fit. Mr Fit was called I** he was 29 and had not long come from Manchester to London. He was working in sales in the City and living in Tooting.
Most of the night was a blur, as me and I** chatted more and more. Poor C******* was stuck with My Ugly all night. Pretty soon the subject of conversation turned to drugs and I offered I** the other half of the pill. I also had another quarter stored in the pouch, so I took that to top myself up.
I think we both knew we would be seeing each other again. We both knew their was something special. But pills always made you feel like that. Mr Ugly disappeared at some time and soon the pub would be closing. We were asked to drink up. By now, we were all rather tipsy, and of course me and I** were pilling. I wasn't smashed, but tipsy as we walked back to my E-reg Mini Cooper. It was old, but it was wicked. Jet black and when polished if it wasn't for the E-reg you would think it was much newer.
I dropped I** home and although my memory is blurred I do know that I swooned all about I** the rest of the journey back to C*******’s.
Me and I** saw each other for a year, but he wouldn't commit and I eventually met someone else. And that's where me and I** ended. But once again that's another story.
Back to present day, and I** wanted to come over. He is now working as an investment banker, earning around £75k a year, has his own flat in Ibiza with the rent paying the mortgage, renting an expensive flat in Fulham, single, still damn sexy, but wait for it, things are never perfect in Jay's world, he also has a 6 month old son called Reon (like Leon with a 'R'). He split up with the 22 year old mummy before she knew she was up the duff. He doesn't like her very much to be honest. They met in Ibiza, where I** was earning serious money doing something I have no doubt wasn't 100% legal (Time share scams or something), so since they split, has done nothing but request crazy money. £1,200 as rent for a flat before the baby was born (council pays for it now), £500 for clothes (I** refused and went Mothercare himself), £300 for an iPhone, oh, the list goes on.
I've already done the boyfriend with a crazy ex, and for sure I ain't going back there (that's what sent me to full blown drug addiction!) So I made it clear, there would be no funny business between me and him. He kinda invited himself to stay the night. I was going to put him on my sofa, but my two cats Tsega my big boy and Orion the little one would have woken him at dawn. Orion is only 3 and he's mental. He’s a pedigree Bengal so has wild blood. Asian leopard cat. This means they were much more active and destructive than moggies. So, when Orion kicks off at 3am he gets shut in the front room / kitchen area of my flat. So I** wouldn't have got much sleep, and I certainly wasn't shutting them in the small kitchen for him. So to cut a long story a bit shorter, I let him crash in my king sized bed.
Haven't heard from him since the tube ride to work the next day... I was pretty much a bitch prodding him if he dared to move, breath heavily, breath at all!
Anyway, gonna chip. Got a fake tan to do, a flat to tidy and most definitely a trip to re-load on the necessity's... Yes, more light and more booze.
(Grumble, just got back and wasted £20 on shit! Great, plus we had to drive all over south west London for 50 minutes, on what should have been a 20 minute drive)
Peace x
Crack Princess
