Fuck. i've just stayed up on a asda bulmers marathon and i'm supposed to be at work at 9am. do I: A) keep drinking and kill myself for 2 hours and go to bed for VERY little sleep or B) keep drinking bulmers, wake up dazed and swallow 3g's of pink champagne that i've been keeping for emergencies. live a life of a man on the edge until 4pm and crash quickly into a pit of pure horribleness. answers on a postcard.
just realised that i'm the only person online at 6am. i'm taking the plunge and setting 4 alarms for 8am and wrapping up about 4 day's worth of bubbly. await some horrific descriptions. may i add - i will embrace sleep paralysis this time around.
it probably would have been a bit more interesting like. i woke up with a bottle of bulmers under my pillow as well
and someone left a quiche in the shower as well. what on fucking earth happend last night is beyond me.
haha thats proper alkie status that like where you full dressed as well! you belong on the woodbine not beach rd
av just got to sleep today, been awake since thursday night a was in some state like, met proudy n john in sunderland n a cudnt hardly see my hand infront of my face lool pupils were Huge a was on a rite para on the metro (never again)
