Okay this is one of the worst days of my bloody life. Had a very late night. couldn't sleep for ages 
then had really weird disorientating dreams. woke up to find strange red knickers and a little t-shirt on my radiator. First thing i think is WTF. Then I think they must belong to the girl i met recently (some of you will remember things aren't going wonderfully smoothly from the thread entitled 'boys and girls'). I'm thinking. My mums been tidying up and found them and given them a wash and left them on me radiator in a 'someone may be missing these' subtle stylie. I try and ring my mum to say "how did u find these before me and where were they?". I get a text from the aforementioned girl and knowing she is quite shy I subtley mention that i may have something that belongs to her kinda thing. After lots of texts she asks me what colour the knickers are. I reply red. She says she only owns two red pairs and they're both at her place. F*CK! She starts getting pissed off thinking they are someone elses but I explain that nobody else has stayed round recently (that's the truth!) she's not buying it and i'm accusing her of winding me up. this goes down like a meard baguette. I'm just digging myself deeper and deeper. My life seems like one long version of there's something about mary at the moment. Then things get far worse. My mum rings up and tells me that they're hers! (and no luckily i didn't wear them on my head or sniff them) me mum and all my mates are finding this hilarious but when i rang the girl up to tell her she just said 'nice' in a really sarcastic way. When is my life gonna get better than this. I can't bear it. I'm sure i've really blown it now. They must be those stretchy lycra hold your tummy in things as they looked tiny. I want to die.
then had really weird disorientating dreams. woke up to find strange red knickers and a little t-shirt on my radiator. First thing i think is WTF. Then I think they must belong to the girl i met recently (some of you will remember things aren't going wonderfully smoothly from the thread entitled 'boys and girls'). I'm thinking. My mums been tidying up and found them and given them a wash and left them on me radiator in a 'someone may be missing these' subtle stylie. I try and ring my mum to say "how did u find these before me and where were they?". I get a text from the aforementioned girl and knowing she is quite shy I subtley mention that i may have something that belongs to her kinda thing. After lots of texts she asks me what colour the knickers are. I reply red. She says she only owns two red pairs and they're both at her place. F*CK! She starts getting pissed off thinking they are someone elses but I explain that nobody else has stayed round recently (that's the truth!) she's not buying it and i'm accusing her of winding me up. this goes down like a meard baguette. I'm just digging myself deeper and deeper. My life seems like one long version of there's something about mary at the moment. Then things get far worse. My mum rings up and tells me that they're hers! (and no luckily i didn't wear them on my head or sniff them) me mum and all my mates are finding this hilarious but when i rang the girl up to tell her she just said 'nice' in a really sarcastic way. When is my life gonna get better than this. I can't bear it. I'm sure i've really blown it now. They must be those stretchy lycra hold your tummy in things as they looked tiny. I want to die.
- Sorry Nath, it was just funny about them bein ur mum's kknickers!!! 
