broken hearted girls.

So last night we decided to hvave a chilled night, complete with the greatest steak ever tasted compliments of the chef. Only it wasn't so chilled when the big sister came with some big news and four of us headed over to the airport where we elaborated on our broken hearts and ate excessive amounts of Maccas. Of course the airport, the love of my life's favourite place. Upon arrival at home I discovered a house full of people and Hungry Jacks. The events that occurred next are somewhat a blur as my rage and sleep deprivation overclouded my common sense, but I think it goes something like:

- Pineapple Express
- X-Ray Cat
- Shirtless runs down Balaclava
- My camera and notepad full of ridiculous crap
- More Hungry Jacks
- Weed cameras
- Wedgies
- Skinned knees
- Fighting over Hades
- Funny Youtube videos
- Watching the sunrise


And of course. Bawling my eyes out to the other half.