Blue with the Flu

It's 12:10pm on a sunny Thursday afternoon and I am sitting indoors with wet hair and shit coffee whilst pretending to do a job that doesn't really exist.

I hate this stage of life where nothing really matters but if you don't make the right decisions you're fucked for the rest of it. I'm so absent-minded, I don't take interest in any of the things presented to me and the things I am interested in are completely unattainable.

Fuck it.

I went to the NZ music award finalist announcements last night. It was full of NZ press as well as radio and TV personalities. My editor was running late so I left standing hopelessly in a large room full of people I don't know but who all seem to know one another. It's funny how comfortable you become standing in a crowded room on your lonesome. At first the self-consciousness kicked in and I felt that everyone was staring at the freak with the constantly topped-up glass of wine standing by herself, but after about 5 minutes I was just over it. Fuckers.

I flirted with the idea of striking up a conversation with someone, but everyone seemed so cold and artificial, I didn't see the benefit. Finally, after what seemed like hours, Dai Henwood, a NZ TV personality, started presenting the nominees. I soon released after the announcements started, that I was standing next to some very drunk members of Fat Freddy's Drop. Their wailing and exaggerated reactions definitely added some amusement to the event. After losing out to two of the awards, the boy's decided to do Vodka shots to celebrate the one award they did win for best producer...despite it being the one award they cared about least.

After the pretty much pointless event, I got together with some good friends to catch up. It has been awhile since I've spent time with these lovely ladies and it was an absolute thrill to just hang out and be the immature girls we are. We discussed everything from clothes to music to boys...to being single....to why we are single...to being sick of being single....to we're single because of the crappy boys out there....to maybe it's us and that's why we're single.....to fuck 'em! I like being single anyway.....to well no actually, i'm sick of being single.

All in all it was a fabulous evening.

Francesca Antonia.