the bravery are lovely but naughty boys. i have had an hours sleep. tequila blur.

taking pills makes a clumsy kat-y. my head is monged.

hmmmm an update. havent done much- got very drunk at club nme. the beat up were appalling, as expected. have bought some nice cds- gruff's yr atal genhedlaeth, blood brothers- crimes (i heart it), vhs or beta and the futureheads (yes, it took me ages to buy it but i'm always skint). all good for dawnsio.

porn + wine = strange valentines day. i am very tired. my arms are broken and all i have to eat is grapes. i had yet another odd dream last night. it would seem that i am some kind of dream groupie, as i dreamt that i was going out with him off of kaiser chiefs with the terrible trousers and terrible face. i am no longer going to sleep at night.

spearmint and camommile tea- refreshing, helps you get a good night sleep BUT provides the most bizarre dreams ( Read more... )

i would rather go and see mark owen than lcd soundsystem

the party was probably amazing. however, i cant remember and neither can anyone i have spoken to. very very drunk. danced to lots of take that and smoked more fags than i should've. we still have enough alcohol to have another party. the house smells. dave bought me a gordon ramsay calendar. hot. kyle bought me a ceramic cowboy with a nodding head ( Read more... )

hahaha marianne bought me the duran duran 1984 tour documentary dvd and the entire take that back catalogue, amongst other brilliant things.

i am well partied out. i feel a bit like death. cannot begin to do a write-up, and tonight have to go back to a filthy, stinking partied-out house.

so tomorrow i will be 25. booooo. the day will be spent cleaning and baking, hopefully pizza hut all you can eat buffet will feature at some point.

yesterday, i did not walk past the academy to see if i could see Rooster getting off their tourbus.