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There is a finger missing,
On my right hand.
A butcher's hand in a butterfly wingspan.
The sky hangs on a thread,
as I paint the white picket fence red.
Say am I alive?
Or am I
Well.
Saturday was a very interesting day.
Which resulted in these pictures.
We drink way too much milk.
Sherry.
BIG ONE.
Me and Alex's plan didn't really work at all.
It started off that we were going to London, and leaving at about midday.
But of course we were too late for that.
Then we were going to go to Wimbledon, leaving at three.
But of course Alex's water was gone and I was late.
So instead we set of for old King's Town, at about six.
My parents thought we were going to Nando's, which was the only way I could get out of the house.
Instead, we planned going to Emma's party thinking that she was a Waldegrave and decided to get Jess to come.
And bring "Hairstraightners", to make the party a bit funner.
But Jess wasn't allowed to come.
So we sat outside. With our dysmal attempts at rolling. Met the "Indiecools" JackMackieHenryCalumCarlaCaine in Nero. Got stuff from Hennes. Ate Vitamin C's. And waited for Jimi to ring us again.
We walked to this girls house, round the back of Sainsbury's and down some dodgy old places.
But we cheered ourselves up, singing Bad Weekend, Black Eyed Peas and other such classics.
We saw John Gould walking to the party as well.
Which was embaressing.
We saw Harrison, Theo, Joss MILKEURGH, Jimi etc.
Then discovered that it was Emma Varley's party.
And that thankfully Waldegraves were banned and that it was a thourough Tiffin party.
Mela Rosa started.
But there was like some proper alchol shortage.
But I don't know, Alex got some.
And because I hadn't eaten at all that day, I was soon bleaugrhhh.
Ben Naughton-Rumbo and Jake Stocko were there as well apparently.
We sat outside.
Milky smokes.
What a twat.
Poor Jimi and Theo were just sitting like machines, rolling.
Poor babies.
Ah well.
Then we tried to get this guy, I think he was called Fish?, to roll us stuff as well.
Unsuccessfully.
I was really nasty to Emily as well.
"*High pitched irratating giggle*"
"Shut the fuck up."
"HEHE, ARE YOU DRUNK CHLOE?"
"No."
"I AM!!1"£1HEHEHEE"
"No you're not."
"LOLZ, HEHE, DO YOU LIKE ME CHLOE?"
"No, fuck off."
Ah class.
We all danced lots.
Poor Rachel was pulling David for about three hours.
Although she was unconcious for about 30 minutes.
Me and Alex let when the police came.
After Alex had taken a bright green jacket from the toilet.
We walked all the way back to Alex's, and got there by ten fourty-five.
On the way back, Alex kept getting phonecalls from some random Indie guy in a band. That was Australian and 25 years old.
Alex's mum said that they would bring this "Steve" home with them.
We got back.
Drank some Sherry.
Chilled with the Strokes.
Did our dance to the Kills.
*GET THE GUNS OUT, GET THE GUNS OUT*
Alex's parents came back and were proper pissed.
They had a party in their flat.
And the steve, turned out to be the camp guy upstairs.
TheGuyInTheMiddlePictureIntheBigOneUpThere
He took us upstairs to his apartment.
And gave us this 60% stuff on sugar cubes, white wine and cigars.
Which was pretty sick.
We went down to Alex's, watched a bit o' the Boosh.
Then sneaked outside to have these cigars.
We were out there for a while.
And we were pretty drunk.Well, I was.
Then we get some random phonecall from Jimi and James.
Asking if they can sleep at Alex's.
So they came round.
For some reason I thought it was a good idea to lie on the wet grass.
We sneaked them into Alex's room.
And just kind of collapsed.
Then decided to fuck it and ask Alex's parents if they were in a good mood if they could sleep over.
Jona's face when she walked into Alex's room and saw Jimi&James. Priceless.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Look at you with your Rod Stewart hair."
Class.
Then her Dad comes in and tells them that if they want to stay over, James had to play guitar well.
So he did.
We ended up just lying on the floor in Alex's room most of the time.
Then they went off to bed.
And we comtenplated waking Jimi up to come out with us.
But decided against it.
Went home at about 1 ish.
James said he'd thrown up in the sink.
Which was lovely.
My hair had so much hair spray in it, it actually looked like James's hair.
Not pleasent.
On my right hand.
A butcher's hand in a butterfly wingspan.
The sky hangs on a thread,
as I paint the white picket fence red.
Say am I alive?
Or am I
Well.
Saturday was a very interesting day.
Which resulted in these pictures.
We drink way too much milk.
Sherry.
BIG ONE.
Me and Alex's plan didn't really work at all.
It started off that we were going to London, and leaving at about midday.
But of course we were too late for that.
Then we were going to go to Wimbledon, leaving at three.
But of course Alex's water was gone and I was late.
So instead we set of for old King's Town, at about six.
My parents thought we were going to Nando's, which was the only way I could get out of the house.
Instead, we planned going to Emma's party thinking that she was a Waldegrave and decided to get Jess to come.
And bring "Hairstraightners", to make the party a bit funner.
But Jess wasn't allowed to come.
So we sat outside. With our dysmal attempts at rolling. Met the "Indiecools" JackMackieHenryCalumCarlaCaine in Nero. Got stuff from Hennes. Ate Vitamin C's. And waited for Jimi to ring us again.
We walked to this girls house, round the back of Sainsbury's and down some dodgy old places.
But we cheered ourselves up, singing Bad Weekend, Black Eyed Peas and other such classics.
We saw John Gould walking to the party as well.
Which was embaressing.
We saw Harrison, Theo, Joss MILKEURGH, Jimi etc.
Then discovered that it was Emma Varley's party.
And that thankfully Waldegraves were banned and that it was a thourough Tiffin party.
Mela Rosa started.
But there was like some proper alchol shortage.
But I don't know, Alex got some.
And because I hadn't eaten at all that day, I was soon bleaugrhhh.
Ben Naughton-Rumbo and Jake Stocko were there as well apparently.
We sat outside.
Milky smokes.
What a twat.
Poor Jimi and Theo were just sitting like machines, rolling.
Poor babies.
Ah well.
Then we tried to get this guy, I think he was called Fish?, to roll us stuff as well.
Unsuccessfully.
I was really nasty to Emily as well.
"*High pitched irratating giggle*"
"Shut the fuck up."
"HEHE, ARE YOU DRUNK CHLOE?"
"No."
"I AM!!1"£1HEHEHEE"
"No you're not."
"LOLZ, HEHE, DO YOU LIKE ME CHLOE?"
"No, fuck off."
Ah class.
We all danced lots.
Poor Rachel was pulling David for about three hours.
Although she was unconcious for about 30 minutes.
Me and Alex let when the police came.
After Alex had taken a bright green jacket from the toilet.
We walked all the way back to Alex's, and got there by ten fourty-five.
On the way back, Alex kept getting phonecalls from some random Indie guy in a band. That was Australian and 25 years old.
Alex's mum said that they would bring this "Steve" home with them.
We got back.
Drank some Sherry.
Chilled with the Strokes.
Did our dance to the Kills.
*GET THE GUNS OUT, GET THE GUNS OUT*
Alex's parents came back and were proper pissed.
They had a party in their flat.
And the steve, turned out to be the camp guy upstairs.
TheGuyInTheMiddlePictureIntheBigOneUpThere
He took us upstairs to his apartment.
And gave us this 60% stuff on sugar cubes, white wine and cigars.
Which was pretty sick.
We went down to Alex's, watched a bit o' the Boosh.
Then sneaked outside to have these cigars.
We were out there for a while.
And we were pretty drunk.Well, I was.
Then we get some random phonecall from Jimi and James.
Asking if they can sleep at Alex's.
So they came round.
For some reason I thought it was a good idea to lie on the wet grass.
We sneaked them into Alex's room.
And just kind of collapsed.
Then decided to fuck it and ask Alex's parents if they were in a good mood if they could sleep over.
Jona's face when she walked into Alex's room and saw Jimi&James. Priceless.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"Look at you with your Rod Stewart hair."
Class.
Then her Dad comes in and tells them that if they want to stay over, James had to play guitar well.
So he did.
We ended up just lying on the floor in Alex's room most of the time.
Then they went off to bed.
And we comtenplated waking Jimi up to come out with us.
But decided against it.
Went home at about 1 ish.
James said he'd thrown up in the sink.
Which was lovely.
My hair had so much hair spray in it, it actually looked like James's hair.
Not pleasent.