Drinkdrinkdrink.

All i've done the past three days is just fucking drink.
It's five to six and it's already getting bright.
Fuck off, sun!
I wanna go sleep thats what lazy sundays are fucking forrrrr!
Thank FUCK I have monday off:')


No fucking sleep due to excessive alcohol consumption and late night texting/phonecalls.
Excellent.

Went to my friend's birthday do, and, as my shite wine and diiiirtttty Sainsbury's Own Vodka that I knicked off someone else began to kick in, I noticed that in one way or another, everyone in the room was sucking stuff up and getting on with it.
Just being brave, smiling and getting the fuck on with life.
Absolutely fantastic, we were all doing it!

One of my friends had been jilted and was being ignored by another of my friends, we had a nice bonding chat and then decided that "fuck it" is THE best attitude to have and smoked like chimneys; the birthday girl fell and fucked up her foot, two seconds later she was up and dancing again ("FOCKIN' TROOOOOPER, Y'ARE!"); one friend's been fucking his girlfriend about and feels bad about it but was still smiling and having fun, another was just generally depressed but still smiled quite a lot.

It's so nice to see people getting on with their shit instead of just whining and not doing anything about it.
Life's too short to just sit about waiting for things to happen.
If you don't get out and change what you're unhappy about, things will stay shit, but if you get on and try to turn it around, even if it fails you can have fun trying.

Couldn't really think of a better way to learn that life lesson to be perfectly honest.
Drunk and happy with a group of people I actually fucking adore.
Perfect.


And, after the cheapest taxi home everrr, I came home to lots of texts and missed calls off my other lovely friends, and had the standard sleepy/wired/drunken phonecall for ages with Joe until about half an hour ago, chatting absolute shit and cackling!

Life is absolutely fantastic sometimes.