This weekend was both excellent and awful. I'll just mention the good ( Read more... )

It took me a while to realise, but it's Thursday... and this is ace, because in my world, Fridays DON'T COUNT ( Read more... )

Extended weekend due to day off yesterday was ace, much socialising and sleeping done.

I did lose a bet, and subsequently owe hyper_violet 40p and a mars bar, but frankly, in a debate of sex vs mars bar, the sex is always going to win ( Read more... )

Going to Frankie sober ------> Shagging Charles

Not necessarily a bad thing, but i do look a bit like I've been attacked by a leech.

Quite stressed with one thing and another and the level of tiredness i have attained (all my own fault ( Read more... )

I'm sure, that when drunk i make far better decisions than when sober. A case in point would be last night, of which the least said the better, but suffice to say that any plan which involves you driving across town at 1.45 am and getting 20 minutes sleep before a full day at work IS NOT A GOOD PLAN.

I despair of myself sometimes.

So today was mostly spent not-drinking in a variety of places, and feeling like my bones were about to crumble due to the intense pain of sobriety.

But it got better later on

{edited- just better that way i promise}

Ah well, it'll all come out in the wash.

{a really big wash with extra stain removing power}

You know what i hate?

Everything

So i'm still tidying my room pre-house inspection tomorrow, and i find a photo of me and my ex on my 17th birthday. Instead of my usual reaction to all things Jon which goes along the lines of "Why did i waste 3 and a half years of my life with a boring guy who i didn't even like", i suddenly found myself in floods of tears ( Read more... )

Tidying the house pre-landlord inspection makes me want to get extremely drunk. I am resisting.