is just drink these days.
On friday, went out for a meal, then got drunk with all my friends, realised I should be in a screamo band because of my lung capacity and ability to pigsqueal, raided her mom's spirits cabinet and took crazy photos involving cigarettes and knives.
Last night, went out to town, went to my mates and got drunk on absynthe, got mauled by his dog, was completely gazeboed in front of my ex (I'd be embarrassed if I could be arsed), lost my phone in an armchair-thing and my friend had to cut it out and had a drunken conversation with his sober father.
Tonight, do work, watch shit films, smoke lots and get drunk alone.
This weekend has been beyond weird.
Not only has the awkwardness STILL not changed.
But, as Hinks and Luke were getting the bus to Toby's last night, the bus they were on ran someone over.
Turns out the person it ran over was actually mates with some of my closest friends.
The poor lad died.
Didn't know him but even so, it's absolutely dreadful.
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