I wrote this on Sunday morning but then i couldn't get my phone to login to any pic sharing and paul's kids had hidden my camera > blah blah bl;ah now i have sorted both - here is the post >
so on Friday night I got really pissed > I didn't even mean to but suddenly i was megapisseduptodeath - come to think of it I didn't have any tea because I was late and then when I got to the pub there was no time to waste (eating's cheating and all that right?) - actually I did order a pizza but the chorizo on it smelled a bit like cat biscuits so I gave it to Rindsey.
Anyway I had arranged to go shopping the next morning with my lil sister and she woke me from drunken slumberbum at like 10. I'm still properly pissed - with only a slight sense of impending doom and the realisation that i left my dignity at the bar again - but no matter > brief check through the pockets and about my bed and person establishes I did not meet any of the criteria for loser drunk - just really drunk not loser drunk is OK with me (still plenty of opportunity for this to be completely fucking dispelled when I talk to Wicker laters though hah hah).
I got myself a nice top that is funny looking and far too small and a couple of T shirts > there are a couple of things you're not supposed to do when you are shitted, one is surgery - the other is go clothes shopping:
look at this shit > ok first one not so bad > maybe a LITTLE BIT TWEE ...