Can Mr Moran be wrong??
I've often myself said 'You know it was a good night when you have to be told all about it the next morning'and other such student type sentiments. Like, 'Last night was great! I can't remember a thing...' I'd rather not have been told what happened to me last night. My hair had set due to the vomit in it and my bottle of vodka stood empty on the table and oats were found scattered all over the carpet in the sitting room and that's all I needed to know. Then Kev sauntered into my room as usual without knocking whilst I cowered behind a towel and looked for the nearest candle stick holder to defend myself with. He began filling in the blanks in my memory of last night for me with, ''I came home and Rob just said 'We have a problem with Alex' and there you were refusing to move from the kitchen floor, lying in a pool of your own vomit and crying.'' Apparently Lee then tried to move me and I showed my gratitude by rewarding him with some projectile action. I now have one black felt coat to dry clean.
There's a reason that I resolved not to drink anymore until I feel completely out of control and unable to part with the floor. You would think think since being crowned 'Exorcist girl' by Phil's housemates last year I would have learnt not to try and match the boys when it comes to drinking because my tiny little stature and delicate brain can't take it. YOU WOULD THINK. So I resolve once again not to drink anymore until I feel completely out of control and unable to part with the floor. And I look forward to breaking my resolution once again and punishing myself the next morning by scrubbing the carpet with my bare hands as penance for my ignorant but oh so youthful constitution.
There's a reason that I resolved not to drink anymore until I feel completely out of control and unable to part with the floor. You would think think since being crowned 'Exorcist girl' by Phil's housemates last year I would have learnt not to try and match the boys when it comes to drinking because my tiny little stature and delicate brain can't take it. YOU WOULD THINK. So I resolve once again not to drink anymore until I feel completely out of control and unable to part with the floor. And I look forward to breaking my resolution once again and punishing myself the next morning by scrubbing the carpet with my bare hands as penance for my ignorant but oh so youthful constitution.