my cigarette diet means my throat hurts like hell
First off I'd like to say "OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!!!" My throat is fucking aching. I think I ma have some nasty, nasty infection thing because my tongue (stupid word) is starting to hurt now. I blame that pizza I had last night. Was my last post on Tueasay? I think so. Can't be hooped checking.
So, Wednesday. Went round to jimsin and cakeandsodomy's and got a little bit drunk. Phil and I apparently went to Christine's, but I have close no recollection of this at all. Apparently I was bundled into a taxi and sent on my way. Now that, that, that's prestige! Thursday was not fun. My hoop passed more goop than Noel Edmonds' machina ever did on his shitty show. How shaking was I? Damn, I could have sung Green Door all day if I knew any of the words. Ended up in the moorings and then got dragged to moooshooolooo. Then returned to the homestead.
Friday I went to the moooohooorings. Titface did the sensible and gave Laura an E, but noone else wanted at that point. Mess ensued. I got drunk, heckled that DJ woman (who didn't like Jon's christian jokes), went for a pee and then went home via the belmont hut. Yum. As I was walking home 2 nice police officers thought it would be nice to look after me and proceeded to follow me at walking speed in their car all the way from Rosemount to the end of my street. With all the neds killing each other in the center of town, I felt so relieved to know that the police have their priorities right by protecting me.
Damn, I just got hungry like a muthafucka! Ending this quick, might come back later. Saturday, moorings, moooshoooloooo. Drunk drunk drunk. pizza shop, big queue, neds, food, yum, fall into front door, pain, open door, stumble on stairs and wake up peeps, sleep fully clothed. Sunday, work.
So, Wednesday. Went round to jimsin and cakeandsodomy's and got a little bit drunk. Phil and I apparently went to Christine's, but I have close no recollection of this at all. Apparently I was bundled into a taxi and sent on my way. Now that, that, that's prestige! Thursday was not fun. My hoop passed more goop than Noel Edmonds' machina ever did on his shitty show. How shaking was I? Damn, I could have sung Green Door all day if I knew any of the words. Ended up in the moorings and then got dragged to moooshooolooo. Then returned to the homestead.
Friday I went to the moooohooorings. Titface did the sensible and gave Laura an E, but noone else wanted at that point. Mess ensued. I got drunk, heckled that DJ woman (who didn't like Jon's christian jokes), went for a pee and then went home via the belmont hut. Yum. As I was walking home 2 nice police officers thought it would be nice to look after me and proceeded to follow me at walking speed in their car all the way from Rosemount to the end of my street. With all the neds killing each other in the center of town, I felt so relieved to know that the police have their priorities right by protecting me.
Damn, I just got hungry like a muthafucka! Ending this quick, might come back later. Saturday, moorings, moooshoooloooo. Drunk drunk drunk. pizza shop, big queue, neds, food, yum, fall into front door, pain, open door, stumble on stairs and wake up peeps, sleep fully clothed. Sunday, work.