That's right folks, it's time for the weekly Instagram wrap up.
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Slavisa
We went to Dumpling Sisters on Exhibition Street which is a real rat hole of a place to look at, but good food.
The iPhone says Hello.
I'm sick of S and his goddamn crackberry. When will it ever end.
It really creates such antisocial behaviour.
I went to Trak on Toorak Rd on Saturday. I had heard such great things about it but wanted to leave as soon as we got there. It was no place for my Lisa Ho dress, that's for sure.
I was standing at the bar, waiting to order my water when this little muzztech who no doubt would have worn his bumbag in if he was allowed strutted up to me. This is how the convo went:
Muzztech - Heyyyy. Whatcha drinkin'? Can I buy it for you? Do you come here often? Like ya dress. Wanna dance? What's ya name? Where you from???
Me - What's with 21 questions? I'm drinking water, no you cannot buy it for me as it is free. I don't come here often, this is the first time and definitely the last time. I don't want to dance with you. I'm from Melbourne.
Muzztech - *rolls his eyes* we are all from Melbourne, I mean what suburb are you from?!
Me - My suburb is called MELBOURNE. My post code is 3000. CBD - You know, Central Business District?!!?!!?!
Muzztech - Oh. Okay. Welllll. Wanna dance? Might lead to some kissin'.
Me - No. *insert death stare and walk away*
Why do I always attract the young muzzas who look like they would prefer to be at home eating a meatball sub, wearing Kappa trakkies with a bum bag and peaked hat?!
I was in a foul mood as I was sick, sober and the oldest person there. When you are 22 that's terrible.
I need a hair cut. I have one booked for 2 weeks before the wedding.
Source URL: https://brownlowpictures.blogspot.com/2011/07/weekly-instagram-wrap-up.htmlI'm sick of S and his goddamn crackberry. When will it ever end.
It really creates such antisocial behaviour.
I went to Trak on Toorak Rd on Saturday. I had heard such great things about it but wanted to leave as soon as we got there. It was no place for my Lisa Ho dress, that's for sure.
I was standing at the bar, waiting to order my water when this little muzztech who no doubt would have worn his bumbag in if he was allowed strutted up to me. This is how the convo went:
Muzztech - Heyyyy. Whatcha drinkin'? Can I buy it for you? Do you come here often? Like ya dress. Wanna dance? What's ya name? Where you from???
Me - What's with 21 questions? I'm drinking water, no you cannot buy it for me as it is free. I don't come here often, this is the first time and definitely the last time. I don't want to dance with you. I'm from Melbourne.
Muzztech - *rolls his eyes* we are all from Melbourne, I mean what suburb are you from?!
Me - My suburb is called MELBOURNE. My post code is 3000. CBD - You know, Central Business District?!!?!!?!
Muzztech - Oh. Okay. Welllll. Wanna dance? Might lead to some kissin'.
Me - No. *insert death stare and walk away*
Why do I always attract the young muzzas who look like they would prefer to be at home eating a meatball sub, wearing Kappa trakkies with a bum bag and peaked hat?!
I was in a foul mood as I was sick, sober and the oldest person there. When you are 22 that's terrible.
I need a hair cut. I have one booked for 2 weeks before the wedding.
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