Paaartay!
Ok, so as I'm sat here with my peppermint tea (1st cup for today) I'm trying to remember what the hell happened last night.
Well, I know what happened of course, it was 53's houseparty, and once again, predictably, I got drunk.
Suprisingly I don't have a hangover this morning...God only knows why, cos I think I deserve one.
So, I remember going to Subway, getting steak and cheese...I love that one. I remember going back to eat it because I was hungry and Mike wondering where the hell I was going. I remember drinking a lot, but not after subway, cos that made me tired, so I remember going to mike's room and getting into his bed and going to sleep. No idea how long I was asleep for, but I was very disorientated when Mike woke me up and told me I had to go home to sleep. I was also very uncooperative as well, sulking like a child. Yes, laugh away. I was horrible. God, I wish I hadn't been so horrid. I then remember getting quite annoyed at Mike because he palmed me off onto Kirst and her Mike as they were going back to mine, and didn't walk back with me or stay over...after he had said 'lets get you home'- in my drunken state it made perfect sense for that to mean 'i'm staying at yours'. So I walked up Dawlish muttering under my breath with my teeth chattering from the cold, cursing Mike for A) waking me up, B) making me walk home in the Godforsaken bitter cold and C) not coming with me.
I was still cross when I got in and noticed it was half 3, and so wrote him a text to tell him so....Oh deary me, NOT a good idea. I had 2 texts on my phone this morning apologising and apologising some more...when really, it should've been me apologising. The worrying thing was the time difference between them though, 3.52am and 4.27am- he was still feeling bad about it nearly an hour after I left.
Poor mike, he does wonders to put up with me, no one else would I'm sure.
x
ps...if anyone would like to tell me about an apparent knife I had last night, I sure would appreciate it, I can't remember it.
Well, I know what happened of course, it was 53's houseparty, and once again, predictably, I got drunk.
Suprisingly I don't have a hangover this morning...God only knows why, cos I think I deserve one.
So, I remember going to Subway, getting steak and cheese...I love that one. I remember going back to eat it because I was hungry and Mike wondering where the hell I was going. I remember drinking a lot, but not after subway, cos that made me tired, so I remember going to mike's room and getting into his bed and going to sleep. No idea how long I was asleep for, but I was very disorientated when Mike woke me up and told me I had to go home to sleep. I was also very uncooperative as well, sulking like a child. Yes, laugh away. I was horrible. God, I wish I hadn't been so horrid. I then remember getting quite annoyed at Mike because he palmed me off onto Kirst and her Mike as they were going back to mine, and didn't walk back with me or stay over...after he had said 'lets get you home'- in my drunken state it made perfect sense for that to mean 'i'm staying at yours'. So I walked up Dawlish muttering under my breath with my teeth chattering from the cold, cursing Mike for A) waking me up, B) making me walk home in the Godforsaken bitter cold and C) not coming with me.
I was still cross when I got in and noticed it was half 3, and so wrote him a text to tell him so....Oh deary me, NOT a good idea. I had 2 texts on my phone this morning apologising and apologising some more...when really, it should've been me apologising. The worrying thing was the time difference between them though, 3.52am and 4.27am- he was still feeling bad about it nearly an hour after I left.
Poor mike, he does wonders to put up with me, no one else would I'm sure.
x
ps...if anyone would like to tell me about an apparent knife I had last night, I sure would appreciate it, I can't remember it.
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