Spontaneity.

I went out with a friend last night. It has got to have been about five months since i last went out with her, maybe longer, and it was lovely. I spent most of the day with her and her little girl (Blackberry fixing, AGAIN. I hate Blackberrys) and then popped over to mine to grab my clothes, throw a load of makeup in my bag, grab a bottle of vodka and rush back over there. We got ready together and then went out to a few pubs (which could not have been much quieter on a Friday night!) before deciding a trip to town should be on the cards. Everywhere i went in to was making me paranoid with men leering at women on the dance floor and just, a general feeling of uncomfortableness (word? idk).

We got home SO early after a random fight kicked off in a bar on West Street. SO annoying. I think we arrived back to hers at about half past one which is basically the earliest i have rolled in in years and years after being on a night out. I felt like a flipping OAP! I was just the right amount of drunk. If you have ever been drinking with me, you will know that there is a certain point, normally halfway through the night, where i am at my merriest. I am a funny fuck and i get so hyperactive, its unbelievable. I am not able to imagine how anyone could not find me funny when i am in the moment. Then, just because i know how funny i actually am, it makes me lol at myself even harder, which makes me think i am funnier and lol a little more.

I sound like a fool, i know.

I just always think i am a funny fuck.

I stopped drinking at exactly the right time. After staying at Michelle's for about fifteen minutes, i walked home and rolled in. Had a small binge, which i am paying for, and then went off to bed.

I feel okay today though. I feel indifferent. The food is playing on my mind but not to a massive extent.

I just feel happy that i have such good friends in my life.

And that's all i gats to say about thaaaat! ;)