My house is turning into a party pad and last night was spent with some great people. This being said, there were things that I saw that night which will scar me forever... such as the boys taking a piss in the the middle of the road right outside my house in a special shaped formation...
We all danced to I Am Not A Whore in the style of Jersey Shore. It was fucking brilliant.
I learnt something amazing last night. I couldn't help but beam when I was walking back from the Skate Park. Oh yes, we went to the Skate Park for old times sake. But it was a slight disappointment because me and Chribbie (who have balls of steel) basically just had to watch the boys sat there high as fuck on fuck all passing out. Ha ha.
So now I would say I were hanging, but I'm actually not. Basically, I'm going to forget about my horrifying dream from last nights slumber and concentrate on the present! Which includes doing some stupid fucking essay but beforehand, going to Brick Lane with father. Bliss weekend VV.
