Brain Spew

Ding Ding. Sophia's phone is going absolutely crazy - boys boys boys. She's wearing a g-string, she claims they're comfy and 'keeps my ass cool'. This is a usual weekend for us you see. Of course, the only male (well let's just pretend you're a male mr. blogspot) I speak to these days.... is you, mr. blogspot. Forgive me, i've had a long night... It's currently 12:11 am on a saturday night. Sophia is out of cigarettes so for once in our lives we're confined to the four walls of her bedroom - it is such a beautifl night outside. My feelings this weekend: I hate not being legal. I'm 17, bordering 18 and the day I turn 18 I swear my life will begin. I watched the maxi cab with all my friends and their all legalities in the world and fake id's drive off to the city. Meanwhile, here I am wishing I didn't lose my sri lankin friend last year. Maybe it's karma of some sort, I don't know. Everything bad that happens to me I blame on karma, life is just karma. So, instead of doing something totally cool and rebelious like underage clubbing, I took public transport (another SHIT pitfall of being 17 - no drivers liscense) to Sophia's local servo, and bought us 20 bucks worth of food. It was worth every cent, because looking back on tonight I'd rather not be anywhere else, but here with my best friend, chewing on an already consumed chuppa chup stick. Peace out, A-town, xoxo gossip girl.