LIFE

I write this from a girls secure bedroom, over looking a flashing colour buddha and some pink candles. Why the mood lighting you may be thinking? well it's to calm the 'F' down. Whilst I type this, my male flat mates congregate in the living room with their other just as loud friends from home. As you can expect, being a very sober female, surrounded by drunk men who have been shitting continuously in my lovely clean loo all day… well lets just say I'm not very happy. So with their 40 beers slowly pouring down their necks, I took it upon myself to give you, the lovely readers at home, a run down of the 'tunes' they're playing. 

I mean, it's definitely to be expected that at an all male pre drinks some rather questionable songs would  come on, some cliche some not so. But tonight, I have had the pleasure of listening to the likes of Daniel Bedingfield, that 1980's house track (you know the one that just says '1980's' the whole way through it, if you want me to tell you who it's by, leave right now), something that one lad referred to as 'YES MY BOOMTOWN TRACK' - think trance, think tecno,  the selfie song,  an Arctic Monkeys track (how cliche), I'm pretty sure a bit of Dolly was in there too and what ever else. Judging by this list you can imagine my brain is slightly rotting right now. I mean don't get me wrong, if I was completely off my face, rat arsed, trollied, mashed - you get the picture - this music probably, well most definitely, would have put me in the mood for the night ahead. But i'm not. Simple.  What's more annoying is that I now can't get the lyrics 'I gotta get through this' out of my head, rather ironic isn't it?  Pshht, well I just wanted to rant, will post again soon but before I go, I leave you with one of the 'tunes' so you can join me in my pain…