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Monday, March 27, 2006
So it's 2.30 am now and it will be like this for the next week I'm guessing. Sorry guys, but I reckon you'll have to save me from drowning in my drinks or getting run over by cars when I collapse asleep in the middle of a road.
Popped a melatonin at 8pm and dozed off till mr Sprinkles decided that it was a good time to ring me persistantly to talk about... our July holiday. I managed to doze off again till he called 2 hours later to tell me he was polishing his boots. *rolls eyes*. It was at 11 pm that I realised there was no way I could muster up enough meltatonin juices to send me back off to sleep so I sat in my toilet having a gaff.
Half an hour later it was my turn to give him a text blaming him for my insomnia. He called back and we ended up talking for two hours about... our July holiday. Very crucial issues were raised like sleeping arrangements and our activities for the week which in the end, seems to be a week of hardcore ninja training for sprinkles,punctuated by trips to the redlight district in Tokyo. It seems Sprinkles is forgetting it is OUR holiday but oh well. Sprinkle gets what Sprinkle wants. I of course, will be left at the mercy of ninja's and perverts. If I do not return from this trip you guys know where to find me. I'll probably be in a Russian brothel under the name nikita serving Vodka in kegs to murderer's and rapists and it will all be Sprinkle's fault.
' I think it'll be better if we have separate rooms' mumbles Sprinkles, ' coz you know, this boy-girl thing ...if we sleep in the same room...not very good la'. Yea Sprinkles, sure. But I get scared when I'm left alone in a hotel room by myself. Who knows what will spring out of the shower or cupboard when I least expect it. Besides, we're friends, obviously nothing will happen. Yea, nothing will happen because I'm not submissive and frail enough for him,teehee... Reading between the lines I'm guessing Sprinkles is anticipating some action with a hot tokyo prozzy which of course, he can have as long as i'm not there. I'll just wait in the hotel bar by myself. See you in Russia Sprinkles, remember,the name's Nikita.
Anyway, having polished his boots we say goodnight and I still find myself all jumpy and fidgety *turns to sprinkles and snarls*. I got a dormicum off my mum and I'm still the same. Damn this jet lag.
Popped a melatonin at 8pm and dozed off till mr Sprinkles decided that it was a good time to ring me persistantly to talk about... our July holiday. I managed to doze off again till he called 2 hours later to tell me he was polishing his boots. *rolls eyes*. It was at 11 pm that I realised there was no way I could muster up enough meltatonin juices to send me back off to sleep so I sat in my toilet having a gaff.
Half an hour later it was my turn to give him a text blaming him for my insomnia. He called back and we ended up talking for two hours about... our July holiday. Very crucial issues were raised like sleeping arrangements and our activities for the week which in the end, seems to be a week of hardcore ninja training for sprinkles,punctuated by trips to the redlight district in Tokyo. It seems Sprinkles is forgetting it is OUR holiday but oh well. Sprinkle gets what Sprinkle wants. I of course, will be left at the mercy of ninja's and perverts. If I do not return from this trip you guys know where to find me. I'll probably be in a Russian brothel under the name nikita serving Vodka in kegs to murderer's and rapists and it will all be Sprinkle's fault.
' I think it'll be better if we have separate rooms' mumbles Sprinkles, ' coz you know, this boy-girl thing ...if we sleep in the same room...not very good la'. Yea Sprinkles, sure. But I get scared when I'm left alone in a hotel room by myself. Who knows what will spring out of the shower or cupboard when I least expect it. Besides, we're friends, obviously nothing will happen. Yea, nothing will happen because I'm not submissive and frail enough for him,teehee... Reading between the lines I'm guessing Sprinkles is anticipating some action with a hot tokyo prozzy which of course, he can have as long as i'm not there. I'll just wait in the hotel bar by myself. See you in Russia Sprinkles, remember,the name's Nikita.
Anyway, having polished his boots we say goodnight and I still find myself all jumpy and fidgety *turns to sprinkles and snarls*. I got a dormicum off my mum and I'm still the same. Damn this jet lag.
She Is Electric X 7:28:00 PM