hurricane drunk

tis 10 pm on a friday night and i'm doin' housework wearing a vivienne westwood skirt (that's too tight so i obviously try to losen it up). chic or pure sad?
work's great.
great.
and there's plenty of it, but it's fun. i might make sth out of it.

social life is excellent, but then again it sucks.
there're dinners, and movie nights and coffees inbetween work, but those people although nice people are not the one's i'd normally make friends with.
apart from one, that one, the french one, with whom i tried, but it failed and i blame myself for just rushing rushing and destroying things without even letting them begin.
i fuck up everything, i do.