I know it gets boring when someone goes on about how drunk they were last night, but I really was the most unbelievably fucked I have ever been in my life. Actually…yeah…I still am. Feel like one of those baked beans that have exploded in the microwave. I somehow managed to spend £40 IN THE UNION = £1 a bottle/shot/pint,etc. Gone.All.Shivery…
God knows how I got home, but I woke up at 4am in my stairwell outside the flat. Drooling on the stairs. And I had to get up at 7. And we have a surprise exam on flash script. And I have to go to a conference on avant garde typography in glasgow tonight. On a bus.. And I cant feel my legs and I’ve gone all top heavy, and I’ve got loads of work to do and and..Not good..
.. And bizarrely, The end of my tongue is burnt, and I cant taste anything, and I have the number of some random called beth in my wallet. Dont want to fucking know.
22-Jan-03 at 11:05 am | Permalink
oh and to whom it may concern:
censorship > say no more. no worries
charlie laden weekends> the narcotic of choice most likely to get you sacked from your job and find you scrubbing the floor of the nearest porn cinema. Thats before you end up on a slab, bleeding from every oriface imaginable, looking like hiroshima has gone off inside you. Dont be fucking stupid. I Like you as you are -xx-
dont do drugs. drugs are bad. M’kay??
22-Jan-03 at 1:17 pm | Permalink
wouldna catch me pollutin’ ma body wi that shite.
22-Jan-03 at 1:42 pm | Permalink
Me neither…