Jan 9, 2010

pashy.

The main culprit from last night's adventures.

From what was supposed to be a harmless, innocent quiet night turned into a rowdy as piss up. I threw up three times [the sad thing was, not because of alcohol], we yelled at randoms in Williamstown, I wore a cowboy hat to Maccas in A North and saw the guy I've had my eye on for quiet some time...whilst wearing a cowboy hat, Sez drove under the influence here and crashed in my bed, tension between the boys grew, we drove around half the night looking for a goddamn bottle shop that was actually open, I poked the shit out of Mo, Jonny and I got into an argument about Hitler, I continuously lost my deck and the NIIICCCKKKKK jokes kept on coming. I wish I had photos but my camera's dead and I was just toooo drunk to give a fuck.

However it didn't change the way I feel at all, although it was good to see everyone and actually be around people, I woke up in a shitty as mood again today and it's going to be another one of those days. Such a shame, I could have gone to a party tonight and looked my best...instead I'll stay in bed away from the heat and the people and the questions and that asshole.