I am moving from the care-free and often tedious lifestyle that encapsulates one in the suburbs of London. I am moving into the actual City of London or, perhaps I should just say East London- Whitechapel. I'm moving in with my friend- J, well he's not actually more like, um fuckbuddy or a good friend with benefits. I'm 17 and am doing my A-levels or something like that.
You're probably thinking I have really shitty parents who don't give a fuck or they're rich as hell and I have a trust fund. But no, I just wanted to get out and into where I want to be in instead of the boredom of Hertfordshire.
I've been going out with random fucks to the usual places, e.g Catch, Bungalow 8, The Joiners for last year or so. I don't currently work and if i'm entirely honest with you I don't really want to. But it's all cool cause J is a photographer/ writer and maybe he'll keep me if I pay him in sex and drugs. Then again, it'll probably be him paying for drugs.. So we'll have to negotiate what i'll give him at a later date. Hmm.
So far, i've been playing perfect housewife by making the place look all pretty and shit. I'm sure J will appreciate it when he gets back from a hard day's work.Perhaps, i'll even give him a back massage and call him 'honey'.
The reason i've started this blog is to basically have some sort of record, of the kind of things i'm going to be doing here in Whitechapel or wherever I end up, in comparison to what I would have been doing in the home counties- high school parties, buying alcohol underage and getting all excited about picking up a bit of green.
The stupidity of leaving home for no good reason, just cause I fancy getting up to some naughty things in the big City, will show all too well i'm sre.
Sunday 11 April 2010
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