Awesome night ended in tears… Literally…
I can’t wait to not live in this fucking flat anymore.
So hungover. In agony with ripped out ear piercing. Been asleep most of the day so I’ll not sleep tonight… Bah!
Fuck it, I’m ordering takeaway!
It’s been a bad night.
I’m not even allowed to ask how the dog is doing now. For fucks sake, is it so hard to be civil and answer me?