I was at a classy local establishment called Dixy Chicken yesterday, getting some grub for the troops ‘cos Ma is away and none of us could be bothered to cook.
It was my first time there and frankly, probably my last.
Firstly there was a really drunk guy, wearing a turban, stumbling around the place. He was telling this guy, a complete stranger, that he was his best friend and then proceeded to eat his chips. Then he stumbled over to me but thankfully walked away when he saw that I wasn’t going to entertain his idiocy.
At this point, another guy walked in. Short grey hair. Anorak. Short leather skirt. Holes in his stockings. He ordered a chicken burger and a can of Dr. Pepper. I just thought, “This is sooooo weird.” I mean, I didn’t think anybody liked Dr. Pepper.
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heeeeey, what’s with the ‘to the archives’ link on the main page?
ooh, and the dixy’s in bradford isn’t so bad, mainly because i get the mister to go get it!
Saima Says is no more but I’m leaving the archives up.
Ah, getting the mister to go, unfortunately I do not have that luxury so have to brave the weirdos myself 🙂
‘Saima Says is no more’?? but, but why?
I don’t know whether it’s going to be a permanent thing or just till I sort my head out. Either way, I just don’t feel like writing right now.
Taking some time out to reassess, the psychologist agrees with that 🙂
Aww babes 🙂 I know the feeling. Hope the writing mojo comes back. xxx
saimasays is going :'(!!!nooo i need ma fix..AGRRR!!!
xxxxluv ya n e way 😉 xxxx
Hi Saima,
Believe me I know how it feels. Hope your time off works. Its good to sign out for a while sometimes.
Wha!? eh!? no more! But Chicks with Dixys was funny. There’s no mojo deficiency here.
hey, dont go away! hope you get the peace, tranquility and space you seek. take care and hope ur back to blogging soon.