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[donna_matthews]

Note to self: Am too old to go around with shags that kick my arse and then cover it with makeup the next morning. That much makeup doesn't sit right on the skin any longer and buggers the complexion

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[jus_andrew]

Holy shit. Do you know who he was? What happened?

[donna_matthews]

Random pickup, nice legs, nice arse. Got a bit rambunctious when I told him the evening was over and to go on home. Bah.

Don't worry about it, love, really, I'm fine with a nice bit of ice to my eye and cheek. And you should see the other guy. Ha.

[alex_james]

I'll kill the bastard!

[donna_matthews]

That's a nice thought, but I'm in line ahead of you.

*gets the warm fuzzies from the icon*

[alex_james]

Then you administer the beating and I'll chastise him verbally.

[donna_matthews]

Ooo... be vicious with the words. That could be fun. I'm sure he'll turn into quivering jelly and promise never to hit people in their own flats again.

[_morrissey_]

Terrible, that love, and I completely agree. Makeup doesn't sit well any more on my face either.

I'm no professional, but if you wanted some help writing lyrics, I could perhaps give a few pointers.

[donna_matthews]

Sure... if I wanted sad bastard lyrics, I'd turn up on your doorstep in a mo, Moz.

Actually, that's not a bad idea, is it? Sad bastard lyrics give one a following of nubile young people with sloping shoulders and oversized trenchcoats and they're absolutely lovely once you've gagged them to stop them talking about their angst... I could live with that.

[_morrissey_]

Now you've caught on to my plan all along.