Ok. This is utter absolute rubbish - the latest episodes of my favorite shows aren't online yet. Well ok ok, I watched Grey's Anatomy in panic yesterday morning but what of Ugly Betty? Yes, I forgot - watched the final of the OC as well.

Girls - this is a completely wasted weekend for the simple fact that the CRAP TV ONE IS SUPPOSED TO WATCH ISN'T WORKING. I might have to crack open a book!

Woe is me.

It's four GIRLS. Sheesh. I surfed for that picture for ages. Now let's stop littering the blog and actually write about important things -

Like how I finished my essay? Let's say a lot of it is a compendium of ideas and thoughts that aren't just my own but also those of more intelligent intellectuals. God - pray for me.

In brighter news, I'm about to have my last cigarette of the day while watching a video on YouTube. Can you believe tomorrow is the last OC? I'm going to have an attack. Yes, an attack. And I'm watching it without BamBam if she doesn't tear herself away from Mr. I know but I don't want to know that she Sees other People.

One more essay for Friday and then dissertation time baby - btw, I forgot to ask - how on EARTH did you two manage to leave our holy altar in such a mess? The space around the TV in K's flat is covered in shit ;)

How on Earth am I supposed to pop over and watch American Idol, huh? I mean - SERIOUSLY.
Ooh, that reminds me, I haven't downloaded Grey's Anatomy yet. God - nothing we say in this blog is true yet. I'm not drinking and I'm not getting anything interesting done. Ridiculous. I have a life - I SWEAR.

A'bama mama

Darling, if I was (hypothetically) the one climbing on the picture, I'd be climbing on the GUY, not the car/the girl next to him...
And the thing about the way I look in the morning.. it would have driven me away from myself.. didn't work with others.. ah, princes/toads lol

PS:

I've removed a picture of Frenchie. She doesn't seem to like the way she looks in the morning.

Baby - if the Mrs. can put up with it, so can you! For your sake, however, I have substituted it with a lovely 50's lady. She says all the things we wish we had.

The Alabama Mama

Bam bam, as we will now call her, went out to meet Mr. Strange Scarf man from V-day. You know, the one she stranded the Macedonian for and the one who caused us to miss not one, not two, but THREE cabs?
THAT ONE.

Yes, I haven't had a chance to talk to her about it properly as Mr. I'm with him when I'm home is here and she's probably being shagged within an inch of her life right now a hallway and a room over. Alas, such is life. I think they met up with his attractive single friend later who had just broken up with his girlfriend and this one too hit on Bam - only she says she told him off for it as she was out with the other one. Only goes to show it never pays to actually date anyone! And girls, can you believe it - as she was on cold medicine she did the dutiful thing and only had 6 cocktails over an 8 hour period (she got home at 3.30) and drank water the rest of the night. Supposedly, the men got pissed and were funny to watch. Methinks it's something we want to hear details about.

I hear movement in the kitchen - I might hear more and will update.

BTW - just leave the champers and give it to me. I will be more than happy to drink it once I've started writing the essay which is due tomorrow morning. Crap - it's nearly 7 pm. I might just have one more cigarette and a quick show such as Charmed on Alluc or something...

xx

PS: who was Ki on a date with???

SBS from Switzerland, and (no)SATC

We are not being irresponsible (not any more than in london on a daily basis, that is).

We have just decided to switch our brains off for a week.

Alcohol and cigarettes help (as usual).

And a lot of greasy food too.

We are experiencing the wonders of the Swiss gastronomy... Mc Donald's, Zermatt style. It is nicely decorated (wooden chairs!!) in a "mountain-cottage way" (says Ka), has a 'veggie' burger, and also "a mean Big Mac" (again, says Ka, and she has a great theory about why it's the "best Big Mac she's had in years", somehow due to the cows from the mountains...).

We have desperately tried to get drunk, which isn't working as well as we hoped (I thought the altitude would help) - the jägermeister and redbull shots didn't even get us tipsy (and we're not talking about one or two shots here, they were so many empty shot glasses on the table that we stopped counting them) and there is a bottle of champagne in our fridge which we simply cannot drink. Mind you, not that we don't WANT to, but the bottle is jinxed, as soon as we pour ourselves a glass of champagne from it, we are in the next 5 minutes asked to:

- (unexpectedly) babysit
- have dinner (earlier than expected) etc etc
By now, we've poured about half of that bottle down the sink (bubble-less champagne isn't worth drinking really) and will test the jinx-theory again tonight..

I have yet to meet a cute guy in this town.. The only one whom I've talked to so far offered his help (we were trying to figure out which slope was the 'easiest' way back to Zermatt) with a smile.. But he then asked me to give him 10 CHfr for the information. Yep. That romantic. Not that I am a fan of romance anyways. Or cuddles. Or red flowers. Must explain later.

Ka on the other hand has seen "the guy of her life", TWICE. She has yet to speak to him, but she says that next time she sees him, she'll kiss him. Oh, and marry him too. (I personally thought that her ex-husband-related troubles had dissuaded her from that institution, but apparently she isn't. yet.) I just got scared. She is describing the 'man of her life' as dark-curly-haired and 'slightly punk-indie'. Obviously, I won't be the bridesmaid. I don't think he's the fluffy-dress/big white wedding-type.

Also, all girls are advised to get a waxing before going skiing. It sounds weird? Well, not in Switzerland. It's not because of all the sex you could get (none), and one isn't found in a bikini often on the slopes. BUT, all the hotels here have saunas and jacuzzis, and as old as the guys might be (on average, 80) it is still embarrassing to be hairy.


Ka & A.
New-found (and not proud) members of the SBS (Spoiled Brats Society),
reporting to you from Switzerland. (and currently high on sugar)

What we have learnt this week: essays don't write themselves, and application files are way more problematic than they first seem.

The first post!

Hi!

I'm just a girl in the world - ok ok, I'm one of four girls who randomly ended up in London, randomly ended up being friends and who go through a lot of girly panic on a day to day basis because of our irresponsibility, drunkenness, over-smoking, travelling and bad hair days.

We've decided to start a blog because this way we won't forget the moments we had to drink away or the ones we laughed over nightly in one of our two home pub/bars.

Soo - in this very first post I get to tell you about my life (as Ki is on a date and A and Ka are in Switzerland being irresponsible lol)

You know what - I'm too tired. Let's just say my flight from Berlin to London was cancelled and I ended up spending a night with a Welsh vicar, an Australian know-it-all and a South London construction surveyor in a hotel lobby. Interesting? Yes. Want to do it again? No.

And before I forget - here's a quote from Ki from a few weeks ago. We were sitting in the Hartley and she looked over at the boardgames: 'What's Battleship? The one with the ships?'.

You just have to love these girls.

H x