so since monday
monday i cant remember what i did during the dayy, but at night i went to richards to meet up with a gang of us going to see smile for the cameraman honey, who is infact the shit. as per usual he went nuts and we had a great time. 2 folk were on smoe drugs and whoa they were funny. through other events, i decided to get slaughtered taht night, and we did. went back to richards, but i was feeling pretty down so danced my way home.
tuesday, i cant remember if i went to the skatepark or not....i dont think so. But i did go to REVOLUTION with mr impy and met up with the man himself ross of dalmuir fame when we got there. vodka slush puppies are good, men in tight yellow tops are not(but are funny). We walked back into town but detoured through kelvingrove, if it wasnt for impy, id of gotten lost, im sure i was standing beside teh skatepark at one poit asking wehre it was. finally survived kelvingrove, impy chatted to his friend and i danced down the street, but i turned to ask them a question and forgot to stop dancing and fell, my knee got cut but im 'ard and danced some more. got a taxi home. passed out.
woke up feeling amazing, so i grabbed my board and went straight to the skatepark, when i arrived my mind was saying "FUCKING RAAA LETS SKATE AND DESTROY" but my legs said, will we fuck. so i sat down for a while, thn skated, but i realised i was still intoxicated but skated anyway. that night i was picked up by barry and we all drove to teh fort listening to smile for teh cameraman, where we bought the new winter olympics game. but barrys playstation is gay and didnt play it, so we got beat at fifa and made jokes about the guys we made in smackdown vs raw, im going to a wrestlemania party even though i still know fuck all about wrestling, i know it will be un because these people make me laugh and since monday im glad they've been my friends cause im slightly more happy than i should be....aye that makes sense.
tuesday, i cant remember if i went to the skatepark or not....i dont think so. But i did go to REVOLUTION with mr impy and met up with the man himself ross of dalmuir fame when we got there. vodka slush puppies are good, men in tight yellow tops are not(but are funny). We walked back into town but detoured through kelvingrove, if it wasnt for impy, id of gotten lost, im sure i was standing beside teh skatepark at one poit asking wehre it was. finally survived kelvingrove, impy chatted to his friend and i danced down the street, but i turned to ask them a question and forgot to stop dancing and fell, my knee got cut but im 'ard and danced some more. got a taxi home. passed out.
woke up feeling amazing, so i grabbed my board and went straight to the skatepark, when i arrived my mind was saying "FUCKING RAAA LETS SKATE AND DESTROY" but my legs said, will we fuck. so i sat down for a while, thn skated, but i realised i was still intoxicated but skated anyway. that night i was picked up by barry and we all drove to teh fort listening to smile for teh cameraman, where we bought the new winter olympics game. but barrys playstation is gay and didnt play it, so we got beat at fifa and made jokes about the guys we made in smackdown vs raw, im going to a wrestlemania party even though i still know fuck all about wrestling, i know it will be un because these people make me laugh and since monday im glad they've been my friends cause im slightly more happy than i should be....aye that makes sense.