Idiot: Sometimes I forget i'm a woman...

Idiot: Sometimes I forget i'm a woman...: I met a friend from Melbourne the other day..went to a pub... drank cider and had to pee A LOT. I wandered down the stairs to get to the b...

Sometimes I forget i'm a woman...

I met a friend from Melbourne the other day..went to a pub... drank cider and had to pee A LOT.

I wandered down the stairs to get to the bathroom, walk in, see the urinals... don't seem to register what they symbolise and go into the singular cubicle with a door that doesn't lock...

I lean on the door... finish... walk out... see the urinals again... STILL don't register, then see the ladies toilets on the left..awkward... but no one saw....

I went to the same pub tonight with different friends, mention having a wee and accidently slip in "I hope I don't walk into the mens again" It was one of those things that after you say it, you're like.. Damit, why did I say that?...I almost got away with it, but my inability to internalise thoughts betrayed me...

I walked down the same stairs... into the ladies (score) and am SOOO pleased with myself for remembering where it is, I strut straigghttt out of the ladies, and accidently walk straigghhttt into the mens... where I see a man and a teeeeeny bit of penis.

Worst.

Also how annoying is it when you blow your nose...and you're like... FREEEDOMMMMMM I can breatheeeee, then like two seconds later its like trying to breathe without nostrils.

On the plus side, a man who slightly resembled Prince Charles and smelt like an anus asked me to marry him on the tube ride home. Alwayssss a silver lining....

Job Application

I did a job application today for an internship at Red Bull F1 Racing .....

Let me show you why i'm still unemployed.

The application turned out to be 'a blank page... tell us why you should get the job and be as creative as you like'..

I'm not sure what led me to write this....

"In my life I have faced many challenges, such as fitting through small doorways and buying trousers that reach my ankles. However I have not let this serious affliction (being 6”2 and a woman) affect me.

I’ve been called a freak, Godzilla and Hagrid’s girlfriend, but I have never been called lazy or disorganised. 

......blabla.... a bit about other things I haven't been called............

I haven’t been back in England for long, but living in Australia, I feel I must mention the extent to which Mark Webber has been thrust in my face. Despite flatly denying my interest in any Australian F1 driver while I was actually in Australia, I secretly developed a crush on him. Working with the Red Bull Racing team would give me an excellent professional cover for my interest. "

I also decided it would be a good idea to attach a picture of me, showing what a huge freak I am...

I feel this may not have gone well......

I swear, only to me.

Kings Cross is one of the busiest stations in the world (I say this like it's fact... I have no idea) and I was there today wandering through the busiest part with roughly five heavy bags. I was getting in people's wayyy, tripped once over my wheelie bag but nothing major.

Until a 2x2m poster decided to blow off the wall just as I walked past.. and slap me in the face. It essentially covered my entire body and due to the number of bags I was carrying it stayed on me, blinding me, for at least 10 seconds.

I heard everyone around me laugh....and this is what I looked like....

Why....in a station with about 100,000 people in it... did the poster slap ME in the face/whole body.

Because f*ck you... that's why.