I will survive
Last night Ema, Andrea and I went to the top of the China Town carpark and cracked open a few girlie drinks. There was a little bit of bitching, a lot of moaning, but most of all there were these things:
- a complete rendition of "I will survive"
- a pissing competition
- that scene from Muriel's wedding ("Goodbye Porpoise Spit!") only it was more "FUCK YOU BRISBANE! FUCK YOU POST OFFICE!"
- undies!
Anyway I'm really over this journal.
That's all.
- a complete rendition of "I will survive"
- a pissing competition
- that scene from Muriel's wedding ("Goodbye Porpoise Spit!") only it was more "FUCK YOU BRISBANE! FUCK YOU POST OFFICE!"
- undies!
Anyway I'm really over this journal.
That's all.