22 April 2010

Let me introduce you to V.

Okay, so hello. I should be revising but writing this is just something else I've found to do instead.

Where to begin? Good question.

Everybody has a friend who they pretend to like. One of these people who believe they're better than everybody else, who is only bothered about themselves, who talk about themselves and who think people genuinely give a fuck about their amazing sex life, well their life in general actually.

I'm lucky enough to live with one of these people, and I thought I'd write a quick intro to her because I have a strange feeling many future blogs will be about her. It's only fair to let you in on her pathetic life too, right?

We'll call her V, mostly to protect my back.

I'm lucky enough to live with V so I get first hand accounts of her vile lifestyle. Mummy and Daddy pay for everything for her, and I mean everything: tuition fees, rent, bills, they even give her £50 a week for food, but she doesn't eat apparently, so we'll call that her vodka allowance ("I don't eat carbs" "no, so where did that loaf of bread and sack of potatoes disappear to? Up your arse?"). She has no manners, she doesn't tidy up after herself, in fact I'm not sure she even knows what the word 'clean' even means; her washing up is left for weeks, she leaves manky hairs in the bath and her bedroom is a pigsty. She wears streaky fake tan and she looks down her nose at everyone and everything.

And She's just recently split up with her long term boyfriend and to be quite honest it's gone even further downhill since then but I've just heard the familar slamming of the door so I'd best leave it here for now..

L x

1 comment:

  1. hi! reading this felt like reading a page from a chic lit book. thanks for following me! i'm now following back! :D