Mar 31, 2007 13:28
I do have a bit of a nasty habit of dialing under the influence. So I guess it serves me right that a bunch of my trashed mates just called me from the V festival to scream incoherently at me and tell me how much they love me.
Once deliberately, and then again from inside their pocket.
I was ordered to stop whatever I was doing and go and have fun with them immediately.
Crazy kids.
trashiness,
mates