pissed up
I've been drinking at home again.Naughty lil. Had eight bottles of reef so far. yummy. I've been writing a lot since i've started this awful habit of drinking alone; mostly writing megas xlr stuff; does anyone else think Jamie looks like a junkie? i've written him as a junkie in a couple of fics, then as a poor little victim of parental abuse.
It's my birthday in about a week and a half; gonna be twenty-two, jesus christ, i'm not even a 'young'-adult now, i'm a full grown adult. suposed ta be mature!
*Swigs more booze*
Life is good, apart from the monetary issues, which i have managed to cast to the back of my mind for now.
anyone else find stephen fry sexually attractive? i found disturbing pics of 'jeeves and wooster' porn. heh, i spose i've always had a thing for te older men. have i mentioned that my boyf is 35? i'm still infinitely more mature than him, i call him 'poo-bum-head', its an ironic statement about the level of our relationship.
still trying to draw, but still not very good at it. what i CAN do, is trace piccies of boys getting it on, then add details to make them the boys i want them to be. working ona Clay/jack one to go with 'whiskey kisses' go on, read it, it's on fanfiction dot net, my writer name is LilviorX, go on, look it up, read it, review it.
It's getting rather late, i was hoping to get up early tomoro in preperation of needing to be up at eight on monday. o well, thats certainly not going to happen.
on another plus side, my touch-typing is getting much better - even if the accuracy is going to hell.
not actually looking forward to my birthday. i've had really shit birthdays for the past three years; the last good bday i had was my 18th; anyone remember that?!?!?
on my nineteenth i was still going out with ben and he just made me miserable all day just cos i wanted to spend the day with my family rather than with him.
on my twentieth i'd just quit smoking and drinking, had a major crying fit, started smoking and drinking again, and the guy i was shagging forgot who i was.
on my twenty-first i went out with Warren, but he was working (lush), and none of my mates turned up, i ended up crying on the shoulder of one of the bouncer's girlfriends, she DID buy me a bottle of champers, which obviously i was rather grateful for, but i spent the rest of the night feeling rather guilty, and still feeling that i had no firends.
lets see what my 22nd has to offer.
lil
It's my birthday in about a week and a half; gonna be twenty-two, jesus christ, i'm not even a 'young'-adult now, i'm a full grown adult. suposed ta be mature!
*Swigs more booze*
Life is good, apart from the monetary issues, which i have managed to cast to the back of my mind for now.
anyone else find stephen fry sexually attractive? i found disturbing pics of 'jeeves and wooster' porn. heh, i spose i've always had a thing for te older men. have i mentioned that my boyf is 35? i'm still infinitely more mature than him, i call him 'poo-bum-head', its an ironic statement about the level of our relationship.
still trying to draw, but still not very good at it. what i CAN do, is trace piccies of boys getting it on, then add details to make them the boys i want them to be. working ona Clay/jack one to go with 'whiskey kisses' go on, read it, it's on fanfiction dot net, my writer name is LilviorX, go on, look it up, read it, review it.
It's getting rather late, i was hoping to get up early tomoro in preperation of needing to be up at eight on monday. o well, thats certainly not going to happen.
on another plus side, my touch-typing is getting much better - even if the accuracy is going to hell.
not actually looking forward to my birthday. i've had really shit birthdays for the past three years; the last good bday i had was my 18th; anyone remember that?!?!?
on my nineteenth i was still going out with ben and he just made me miserable all day just cos i wanted to spend the day with my family rather than with him.
on my twentieth i'd just quit smoking and drinking, had a major crying fit, started smoking and drinking again, and the guy i was shagging forgot who i was.
on my twenty-first i went out with Warren, but he was working (lush), and none of my mates turned up, i ended up crying on the shoulder of one of the bouncer's girlfriends, she DID buy me a bottle of champers, which obviously i was rather grateful for, but i spent the rest of the night feeling rather guilty, and still feeling that i had no firends.
lets see what my 22nd has to offer.
lil