As most of you know I don’t shy away from a nice tipple of whisky, and if you don’t know that then you are a cunt. I’m sorry I don’t mean that…
But you should make up for it by buying me a bottle..
Anyways last week I feel out with a friend, you know THAT kinda friend. I’m just going to clarify, I’m not dating and I don’t want to date, but I’m one of those people who: “doesn’t want you but doesn’t want anyone else to have you either” type of people.. the ” I must have full attention type of people” well him and I fell out and I expected him to come grovelling… and he didn’t!
Not really, so anyways this affected me more than one who have expected, me, Princess Jodie has feelings :O
Anyway’s I went out with my bestie for a sophisticated night on the town, its safe to say, it was sophisticated in any way whatsoever. I barely remember leaving the first pub that we went to… there’s a lot of picture evidence that I had a fantastic night so I’m going to say, I had a great night… until 5 am, when I found myself curled around my bathroom toilet, being hugged by my best friend in boxers trying to keep me warm splashing my face with water… and watching blood drip into the toilet.. turns out, I cant drink like I used too.. shame.
Ill try again next week.