Yesterday was awkward. And embarrassing. And weird.
Still recovering from Thursday night, we decided it was a good idea to start partying again at 10am.
Now don’t get me wrong, it was fun, but I hate seeing anyone when I’m like that. I looked like a tramp’s mum, I was so butters and it was just terrrrrrible.
Still cringing about it now. If you saw me yesterday DISREGARD WHAT YOU SAW!
Ugggghhhh.
Turns out it was a 24 hour bug that has been going round. I mean, I was gonna say, I’ve had some crippling hangovers but that? That was literally the worst illness I’ve experienced in a long time.
So thank god I’m not a pussyole, at the very least.
On many other notes, I am one cranky ass ho today.
Can’t wait to get home. I think all this time relaxing has given me a new zest for life. I want to be busy, I want to be rich and I want to be crazy.
I want to drink all the time. You’re supposed to have one vice, but I’ve got about 50. And is that so wrong? I will always have the voice in the back of my head reminding me that, in a year or two, I’ll have to grow up. And if I really wanted to, I could quit it all and become a nun. But I don’t want to.
I want to sit outside in the sun, get unapologetically drunk at 1 in the afternoon, chat crap and be happy.
You all know this though. My friends (Nathan in particular) never hesitate to remind me that I’m usually in a terrible mood.
This post is a grump. A grump in which I try to explain myself.
Do I like to complain? Not really. I moan a lot, I bitch about everything from the weather to the time of day. But I don’t particularly enjoy it. I actually prefer being in a good mood (hard as that is to believe).
Things irritate me. People irritate me. If I had it my way, I’d spend all my time in solitary or with my mates. Is that spoilt and selfish? Yes, it is.
I dunno. I might just move to Mongolia. But then I’d probably complain about that too.
When people tweet famous people like they’ve known them forever.
Cringe.
