2. The plumbing has fucked up,
3. and so has the electricity - which means no christmas food
and now I'm so sick that I can't even enjoy my food - AGAIN
I confess, I am indeed partly to blame. Yesterday, on Christmas Eve, I had a wonderful time at The Ram with Lozzenger, Gingerchins, and fucking Ross, who's been preoccupied with all things Slade/UCL. In more sensible terms, I got wasted with Lauren, Becky, and Rose. I had about 10 double vodkas with diet coke. And red bull. Red bull is great. We talked about Rose's family, relationships, and tingly gums. Lauren gave me a wonderful pair of tights, and only drunk red bull as she was driving. We sat with some guys (née Lower Sydenham, the boring and nice version of where I'm from). They were nice, and one of the was called Kevin. I spent his money on drink and we chose some songs on the Jukebox, one of which may have been by The Jam. I forced him to dance with me and thought I was really sexy. I got his number - WHO KNOWS
Nah, nothing will happen, but I don't mind anymore. I like being the single baby with all my friends being fun and fairly irresponsible parents who take care of me! We talked about that too. Then had a driving party in Lauren's car.
Now, whilst my parents (real ones) feast out, I watch Harry Potter. A few people may know Alex Nicholson's friend Tom Chambers, who sort of resembles tom from the leaky cauldron
But I should stop complaining. I got some good presents, including a liberty print scarf, some lovely perfumes and make up cases, and a falconry day. That's right, I'm the ultimate greeb*. I love birds of prey, and get kicks from flying them with a big leather glove.
Hear are some visual treats for you all now, some of which will be influencing how i spend my christmas £££:
Pattie boyd
Happy holidays! xxxxx
n.b - *Greeb - my family's definition differs from that of the urban dictionary - basically in our books, a greeb is a big neek, a bit like an anorak
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