Bake is fun!

Saturday is the day I call the "Bitch Day". Waking up around 12pm and go out shopping with the rest of the girls to buy our new attire for the night is what I usually do on my Saturdays.
K and N (my best friends since almost ever. I met N in College. The biggest whore even when she was 15, she snogged my boyfriend right in front of me when she found out I went to bed with hers. I found us even. I met K at my last job. Simple girl, but with a big mouth not only for gossips, but for the boss she was doing at the time) came up to my flat, as normal on a Saturday, with a vanilla latte for me to lift my spirits up. Nothing like the smooth, creamy sensation of a warm latte going down on your throat...
After I lost my mind with what I'm going to wear and after hundreds of bitching, we finally start our hunt for the special outfit for the night. We love Oxford Street, but the packed streets and the tourists that don't walk, we now go often to Kensington High Street which at least has larger streets (and better looking guys).
K always drags us to this shoe shop in Kensington only because she fancies who works there. A very clean guy, usually smelling of Paco Rabanne and wearing very crisp black shirts, me and N already told K she should lose her hopes because he's totally gay! She doesn't believe us...Apparently the way he looks at her means something...only in her mind! He's sickily gay!
K has decided to invite him out for a drink. I can foresee disaster and crying in the end of the night...
I bought this tight black jeans to go with my black shiny boots and dark pink top that I saw on Harrod's. Black for me is like a drug! Even if I don't have anything on that's black, there's always something under in that colour. I was 13 when I turned into my gothic/punk/rocker/get away from me/I hate you fase. Everything from Pearl Jam to Smashing Pumpkins...my main musical consumptions along with pot. Ross, my boyfriend from that time introduced me to the wonderful wonder of pot! When I took it for the first time, the smoke almost scratched my lungs, but after a couple of poofs, I reached what I thought it was my first orgasm. A calm, electric pleasure on my mind that run throughout my body and lets go to other places I never dared to go...This finished very quickly when my parents arrived home earlier that I thought and I was forced to get rid of everything! Pearl Jam, Smashing Pumpkins, Ross and pot...
We were at Covent Garden waiting for the shoe shop guy. His name was Luke and he was late already...