And the Sex. And the Drugs. And the Complications.
I'm so not in the mood to write this entry. I'm just doing it for Elena. So I went to Mardi Gras last weekend and got majorly unbelieveably Fucked Up! I was planning it on being my last binge and thank fuck it is. I'm so over it. Not taking anything for a very long time if not ever again. And I want to stop the drinking. No more excessive drinking, getting drunk on my own. It's hard though. I've drank three times since I made this vow to myself but I'm getting there. If I keep failing though I'm gonna take myself to AA or some shit because I want to get my act together and get serious again with my writing. Last year I was supposed to complete my thesis of short stories and then go back in to uni and do something with it, but I didn't even finish that. I just partied and got wasted all the time. I've had my fun and don't want to waste another year again doing the same thing. So yeah I'm gonna stop killing off my brain cells before I forget how to form a sentence.
I can't be fucked going in to detail about Mardi Gras. But I was there with Kris, Ryan, Roxy and her sister Kayla. Actually Ryan slept during Mardi Gras cause he got too fucked up the night before so it was just me and the girls. Good for me though cause I got to wear his hot tight tight black jeans and Vans to go with my sailor top and hat. I met up with Nikki & Greg but lost them somehow in the chaotic crowd - that and I was as blind as fuck and could hardly find myself half the time. I met up with Joel and hanged in his hotel room with his friends. I think Kayla was with me. I don't remember a thing of what happened in there. Met with Roxy and Kris who were also fucked off their tities. Got kicked out of one of the gay clubs there cause I was being such a trashy queen not willing to pay $5. Kris said I slammed right in to a tree at one point. Kirrily said I called her and was acting very angry demanding where she was. Joel said I was mean to him. Me and Kris called random people when we were fucked up off his mobile. Roxy posed in front of a dead person. And all the rest is way too random for me to remember at all. I felt like death the next day and partied that night as well, for so long that I missed my plane, had to pay $200 for another plane ticket, got to work after 12pm all scattered and coming down harder than a 50 storey building. I called Paul and cried like a stupid bitch - won't be surprised if I don't see him again. And I was a little more too honest with Joel. So yeah me not getting fucked up ever again.
By the way, I fuckin hate Sydney. That place is so fucked up - mostly because of the people who live there. I saw so many fights during Mardi Gras. This poor Asian boy was getting bashed by this massive butch guy at Stonewall - a fuckin Gay Club! What gay guy goes to a gay club expecting to get bashed - maybe bitchslapped - but not bashed. We had an egg thrown at us. Roxy ran up to the car and kicked one of their back lights out - that was funny. People just yelling shit from the comfort of their cars. Fuckin junkies everywhere bragging about how much they love to shoot up. So fuckin wrong - I could never live there. After that I have a strange new appreciation for Melbourne. So much nicer to live in a city that is heaps more laidback.
Yay for Placebo releasing their new album now. Me like it a lot.
I can't be fucked going in to detail about Mardi Gras. But I was there with Kris, Ryan, Roxy and her sister Kayla. Actually Ryan slept during Mardi Gras cause he got too fucked up the night before so it was just me and the girls. Good for me though cause I got to wear his hot tight tight black jeans and Vans to go with my sailor top and hat. I met up with Nikki & Greg but lost them somehow in the chaotic crowd - that and I was as blind as fuck and could hardly find myself half the time. I met up with Joel and hanged in his hotel room with his friends. I think Kayla was with me. I don't remember a thing of what happened in there. Met with Roxy and Kris who were also fucked off their tities. Got kicked out of one of the gay clubs there cause I was being such a trashy queen not willing to pay $5. Kris said I slammed right in to a tree at one point. Kirrily said I called her and was acting very angry demanding where she was. Joel said I was mean to him. Me and Kris called random people when we were fucked up off his mobile. Roxy posed in front of a dead person. And all the rest is way too random for me to remember at all. I felt like death the next day and partied that night as well, for so long that I missed my plane, had to pay $200 for another plane ticket, got to work after 12pm all scattered and coming down harder than a 50 storey building. I called Paul and cried like a stupid bitch - won't be surprised if I don't see him again. And I was a little more too honest with Joel. So yeah me not getting fucked up ever again.
By the way, I fuckin hate Sydney. That place is so fucked up - mostly because of the people who live there. I saw so many fights during Mardi Gras. This poor Asian boy was getting bashed by this massive butch guy at Stonewall - a fuckin Gay Club! What gay guy goes to a gay club expecting to get bashed - maybe bitchslapped - but not bashed. We had an egg thrown at us. Roxy ran up to the car and kicked one of their back lights out - that was funny. People just yelling shit from the comfort of their cars. Fuckin junkies everywhere bragging about how much they love to shoot up. So fuckin wrong - I could never live there. After that I have a strange new appreciation for Melbourne. So much nicer to live in a city that is heaps more laidback.
Yay for Placebo releasing their new album now. Me like it a lot.