Saturday, after sneaking a red 4 litre wine bag into a bar then gettin kicked out of a line for another club I ended up in my bath with bubbles at 12.30. What has happened to life when you end up in a bath on a staurday night instead of being so trashed your eyes are shut, Your shoes have changed and your kissing your gay best friend in front of everyone, whilst trying to sort out which boy your next going to sleaze towards next.
In saying that I did wake up with the most curliest of curly hair, thanks to the spuds. Could get used to the curly hair, perhaps not the 9 hour somewhat sober sleeping on a saturday night.
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