Oh, I hate being around drunk people.
Like, hate with a fucking passion.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Fri 30 Dec 2011, 23:08, 1 reply, 14 years ago)

To be fair I'll be up to speed with them soon enough.
Just finished my sixth bottle of Duvel and am now moving onto the bottle of port I got for Christmas. It's my defence mechanism for dealing with them/my downheartedness.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Fri 30 Dec 2011, 23:20, Reply)

No text then?

( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Fri 30 Dec 2011, 23:20, Reply)

Yeah I got a text.
She's staying in with her mum cos she (the mum) just split up with her husband and she'd be on her own otherwise. We're seeing each other in a couple days, but no matter how good tomorrow night is I'll just be wishing she was there, that's what I'm bummed about. Plus behind my knobhead exterior I'm a hopeless romantic. If it was up to me, tomorrow would be spent watching films on the sofa with her.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Fri 30 Dec 2011, 23:31, Reply)

Well, she didn't tell you to fuck off and die
which has got to be a bonus.
( b3th Not shit. Not mod., Fri 30 Dec 2011, 23:35, Reply)

It is a bonus.
And oh lord, I've spent the last half hour downstairs. Absolute gold, in fact gold beyond words. I definitely live in a Hollyoaks plotline.
(Barry from Eastenders is, despite the words written above, not a woman, Sat 31 Dec 2011, 0:10, Reply)