Friday was the kind of night it takes two days to recover from and still I'm nauseated and getting flashbacks of horrific incidents. From The Sun to a club in Aldgate to a mission to find a open KFC (or even PFC) to crashing in my friends bed to breakfast on bricklane, I managed to create a night full of regrets and incidents I'll never forget. I thought I left the wild nights behind in Manchester, but evidently not. Maybe it's what I'm good at...Entertaining the masses!
I'm so Bo-Ored with Lukewarm gigs and Alcoholic fuelled nights I'm afraid it's going to become my reality and not my meanwhile.
I have random numbers saved on my phone, I reffered to myself as Jim ? I danced to F****ng annoying electro music stupidly shouting "Whens the lyrics gonna kick in?" I arranged a date with a guy my friend likes (biiig no No) hence the blog title. And
Why why why does it seem like the best idea in the world to ring up people when you are drunk? Major grovelling was to be done the next day.
I'm so sorry. But we're Cool right?
x
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