things are crap.
I'm going to get drunk and hurl abuse at people in the local park.
(, Mon 29 Jun 2009, 8:19, archived)
The cheery man behind the counter asking me if I wanted something that's nice or will fuck me up. 'Stuff that'll fuck me up please' I answered. Good times.
(, Mon 29 Jun 2009, 8:35, archived)
I went straight onto vodka and oranges at a mate's house, at 11am, and was talking to trees in the park by 1.
(, Mon 29 Jun 2009, 8:41, archived)
Then when I got a bit older we went into turbo shandy + cider mornings. I've recovered and am now back into attending pubs, no more falling about the apartment smashing things and being sick out of windows for ME
(, Mon 29 Jun 2009, 8:42, archived)
Life was simpler when all you had to worry about was scrubbing the puke out of your bedsheets
(, Mon 29 Jun 2009, 8:48, archived)
I'm a lot happier now my sole aim on a weeknight is to get paralytic and not remember anything the next day, for instance.
(, Mon 29 Jun 2009, 8:53, archived)