You're late for tea!

Well, i wasn't even slightly 'late' for tea today. In fact, in normo language, i reckon i was really, really early. 6AM cold pizza nomnomnom. I hate how after every single night out, i have to have flipping pizza. I spent a fortune, i am sure of it. 2 large pizzas, three large chips and some crappo sauce. I can't eat out in public though, which presents quite a difficulty with being social and 'normal'. Oh well. Yesterday was beyond fun, one of the best days in ages!

I woke up at about 8AM and then i got ready and went over to my friends for about 10:30. She only lives a five minute walk away so it was all good, in the hood. I got there and sat down for a minute (we don't want me over-exerting myself, do we?!) and then we set off for the bus into town. Town was so shit. It started with Primark and ended with the pub. To me, anything that ends with alcohol is success. Then, we went into Hillsborough (i was already quite drunk) and we had another drink in a pub down there (we actually had too, and i was steamin').
Drunk Lil-Dawg=impulsive Lil-Dawg. Its not the best of mixes but it's okay. We're all good, fellas, we're all good. I went into Home & Bargains (only the best place IN.THE.WORLD!) and bought these cupcake things. They're cookie jars but i wont use them for that. I bought two but i honestly do not have a single idea what i am going to use them for?! Maybe cookies? No, because biscuits never last longer than about an hour in the house, not with me! Maybe i could use them as...erm...snails.

After that, we went on to another pub, had a few drinks in there and this is when things start going a bit hazy. Drink up, on to the next pub. hahahahaha. We then decided we would go out, so i went off home, grabbed my dress, tights, shoes and makeup. I went up to Michelle's, got ready and then went to get a lift to Hillsborough at 8. 'Whatever happens, we are NOT going into town' was our repeated thing all night. We went to town, which ended early because Michelle got scared. Long story.
I went and bought more drink (hahahahaha) and the food mentioned before.

I can't remember getting home. I can't remember going to bed. All i know is that i woke up at 6 this morning, ate the rest of the first pizza (in bed, obviously) and had an ice lolly (they're my Dog when it comes to hangovers - praise thee ICE LOLLIES, PRAISE YOU!) and went back to sleep. I then got up, popped 20 laxatives, ran across to the bookmakers (wearing an outfit fit for the Queen) and put a bet on the Grand National, bought some lottery, MORE alcohol and some...PEPSI. Ah, Pepsi Max. Another of my Dogs.

I am now sat here, drinking Diet fizzy Vimto, and typing along while bopping my head along to Marina & The Diamonds. I have now decided that i have finally managed to achieve perfection in my Music Library. It is at the point where i can put it on 'shuffle' and not want to skip past any songs. I really like Marina & The Diamonds, Florence & The Machine and She & Him at the moment. They're all fit. F-I-T.

Gosh, i am getting a hangover and i am sweating like a P-I-G. Its discusting.

Hmm. I might go to the shops before these laxatives attack me and make me sit on the toilet for the next twenty years of my life. I need toilet roll. Vital.

psst. I haven't cleaned yet! Uh oh.