| I went to a house party on Saturday and tried a kind of drug for the first time ever that I don't think worked because I didn't feel anything so I then took other stuff and this post is becoming drug brag post and no one likes those posts not even me so I'll continue with my story in this weird structure I have going on that actually has no structure so the party sucked big time and by ten loads of people had left and there were about nine of us stood in the kitchen surrounded by alcohol everyone had brought then left and the birthday girl decided she wanted to see the Teenagers at Chalk @ Scala so we put a load of alcohol into carrier bags and marched to the tube station drinking ridiculously strong vodka and cokes from plastic pint glasses then once on the tube we realised we had a shit load of drink to drink in only eight stops so we got drank and I spilt a load down my white shirt but it was okay because I was wearing a neck scarf which I used to hide the stains with and I don't remember seeing the Teenagers even though I know I was there because I thought the singer was hot but I can't recall a single song and then there was crazy dancing to songs with no words and lollipops I remember lollipops and then it's just me and The Boy sat at the back of Scala with a load of missed calls on our phones and I realise we've been snogging for quite a while and everyone else must have got bored of us and left so we leave and hail and a cab and I haggle over the price and then I pass out and The Boy has to drag me from cab and into his kitchen where I make him make me tea and then we went to bed and it was all very, very, very lovely.
That's a lot of words for a really boring non-adventure.
I AM SORRY I AM BORED. |