"I'm gonna make you girls a hump day treat!"

We all have those moments when going out for a few dozen drinks and getting really really hammered on a week night is a good idea. It never is. The next day the hangover is pounding through the skull anf there is work or study to get through. And no one understands why you look like you're about to throw up all over their shoes. Remember that the next time you go for mid-week drinks.

If only we could take our own advice.

A went out for drinks with a guy from work who she suspected was hitting on her. He is firmly in her friend zone, so she did what any self-respecting girl would do...went to hit on someone else. Turns out the guy she chose was a weirdo who insisted he was Kazakhtsan but A has her doubts. He all got her number and won't stop messaging. Doesn't seem to understand the concept of a phase out. This is a hangover that just may last more than 24 hours.

J went to a gig to a gig with rock chick. The band wasn't very good, although the bassist was incredibly good looking. J had a few shots and geared herself up to go pop a hip and flirt with him, but as it turned out he was the designated driver. Not only did he seem to disapprove of drinking mid-week, but there was absolutely nothing that could be done to convince him to stick around when he had to drive a bunch of arrogant hooligans home.

L won't be seen until she emerges from her study cave after exams are over. A typical L move of course, except that it is clear she is making time for her boyfriend.

"What is this place? Hogwarts?"

Sometimes you just get desperate for a root. With all the lack of options lately, J decided to jump the first semi-attractive guy she met on Saturday night. She didn't even take her socks off, so it wasn't that big of a deal.

Unfortunately, the guy confessed to her, in the morning, that he'd once hooked up with her friend. Years ago. J was blank. She'd never met this guy before, and A would definitely have warned her if she was going after her seconds. A is good like that. But no. The friend he was talking about was B. So it was years ago then.

Turns out J did remember him after all. Before hooking up with B he'd said to her 'kissies now?' and then had asked her back to his place but assured her that they 'didn't have to do anything'.

Some things you are best off not knowing.

What we're doing this month...

Loving: being able to wear our collection of patterned black stockings again
Listening to: Deftones
Crushing on: John Bender from The Breakfast Club
Worshipping: John Hughs
Eating: pork sausage rolls
Drinking: mulled wine by the fire place
Rocking: studded ankle boots
Reading: the Dante Valentine series by Lilith Saintcrow
Failing: to go to the doctor when we need to