isn't it ironic....

don't you think....

when you pay almost half your weekly wage (alright almost 300 bucks)... for a ticket to the races. and look forward to it for months and months and months.....

you have a great day.... win some money... then some one steals it when you get drunk and leave your purse on a table.

make it as a top 10 fashions finalist... then someone steals your prize (also in said purse).

you lose your fave sunglasses.

you go to air a bit pissy and people say they've never heard you do a better cross.

you meet a friend of your new boy. the only other people he knows there is a boy you used to sleep with and a girl that used to sleep with the boy you used to sleep with.

those two boys get into a fight ... not just once but 6 or so times over the course of the night and blame you. ... one because he's defending your new boy's honour. the other coz you wouldn't have sex with him in the carpark so he was aggro.

the police break it up and you can no longer hold your head up in town.

a girl then tips water over your head coz you are standing next to her boyfriend at the bar... even though you are both getting drinks - separately.

all your female friends have left without you realising and you are left with male 'friends' who play pass the parcel with you for a few hours on the dance floor. despite your best attempts to hide in the toilets.

you spend half the night on the phone to new boy..who is worried about said psychos and ex fling fighting... and decide while you are both drunk that you should be 'together-together'.

okay so maybe all this isn't ironic but it sure made for a weird day.

penny....if you hadn;t guessed, who else writes so much about themselves???


... besides tim!

kidding!