Homework. I hate it.
Time to sleep I think.
Month: September 2001
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Homework. I hate it. Time
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Bloody hell! It worked!
Bloody hell! It worked!
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Reading Simpson on Sunday should
Reading Simpson on Sunday should be compulsory.
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You know, there are few
You know, there are few hangovers that can not be cured by a pack of Fruit Pastilles.
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I really must learn not
I really must learn not to have AIM conversations when drunk:
Bella: i read your amazon list… lots in there that i would approve of!
Graybo: you should see my cd collection
b: 🙂
b: my musical tastes are exceptionally random
G: mine too
G: my friends think i am v dd
G: odd
G: not dd
G: because that wd be strange
b: listening to the Konflict “Messiah” one at the moment, it’s mental drum n bass and i LOVE it
b: hehe at dd : )
G: don’t know konflict
b: any more than a handful is a waste
G: i agree
G: perfectly formed is more imprtant!
b: haha! i agree
b: well hang on
G: besides, the person ALWAYS cunts fr more
b: i’ve confused myself!
G: counts
G: not cunts
G: hehehehehhehheehheehehehehehe
b: rofl!
G: oh crist on stick – must lern to tipe after beer!
b: can hardly type laughing too much -
Note to self: drinking large
Note to self: drinking large quantities of Grolsch at a wedding reception seems neither smart nor clever the next morning. urrgh.
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Made it back alive and
Made it back alive and only twenty quid for the cab! A great night in the company of Gary and Sue (obviously), Matt, Rachel, Derek, Vicki, Neil, Sarah, Linda, Andy and…um…me. Well, it was good fun anyway!
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Oh god. Everyone is trying
Oh god. Everyone is trying to match me up. Seems only me and best man are single. More reports if I get out alive.
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Tonight, Sarah and I are
Tonight, Sarah and I are heading down to Portsmouth for Gary and Sue’s wedding reception (yes, I know I still haven’t blogged the story of the stag weekend – I will, I promise). Should prove to be an interesting evening.