Friday, December 17, 2010

I'll give you the low-down on how my evening went last night. Not that you give two shites or anything but its my blog and I can talk about whatever the fuck I want. Don't leave though, I'm just using this tough guy attitude as a defence mechanism for my pitiful low self-esteem.

Anyway here I am being rejected by some stuck-up, south-sider little toe-rag and there she is yapping away to her mates about how red my face was getting. Not that I was embarrassed or anything, I was just sweating buckets. My face got got so red and pasty that I looked as if i was desperately trying and failing to hold in a shit. Too much info?

Did I mention that I was also drunk off my tits? A couple hours before we hit the club, one of my friends thought it would be a lark if we drank his concoction of vodka mixed with red bull mixed with absinthe.  He called it 'The Holy grail' and by Jaysys it knocked the living daylights out of me. 

Before I knew it, I was in the bathroom sitting on an aids infested toliet with my hands on my face. I was in a very bad way! I must of been sitting there for quite sometime as the toliet guy started banging on the door asking if I was alright. I looked at my phone and checked the time. FUCK 3.00am!! Party's over.