Hungover.

Waiting for time to pass and people to fuck off.

The past week I have done nothing but get with girls.
It's like it's a necessity for a party, fag in one hand, drink in the other, camera round my neck and woman on my fucking hip!

It's as though I'm on the bloody turn or something, I need some boy QUICKLY, ahaha!


Last nights shenanigans were hilarious.
Within hours of meeting people we were kissing.
Best way to be.

One of them kept spilling my drink everywhere, over and over again.
Everytime I made her make me a stronger one.

I remember walking home on my own trying not to fall over with a ladder in my tights, lipstick rubbed off from kissing, a handful of doritos and a fag thinking,
"I am so classy, I could be Queen."


And I could be, bitches.