I have no secrets I tell no lies

Oh but have I been a busy girl lately.
Busy in a social butterfly way and I love it, I absolutely love it.
My liver, skin, stomach and lungs feel differently, they all feel as though they might fall out of my arse any minute in a mass exodus.

My lovely lovely boy from Wales came to stay and I reverted back to my old habits of drinking way too much and lusting after people I shouldn't.

IN TOTAL:
Parties I have attended: 1
Clubs I have been to: 4
Most amount of clubs in one night: 3
Nights I went to three clubs: 3
Bars I have been to: 10
Full English Breakfasts: 4
Cigarettes: 100,000
Alcohol units: 100,000,000 (including, long island iced Teas, Cheeky Vimto's, Jaeger Bombers, Godfather's, whiskey and coke, vodka and coke, Wine, Tequila, Rose Tequila, Tuaca, Champagne)
Sofa's I have slept on: 2
All day hangovers I have had: 4
Girls I have wanted to take home and lock in my bedroom: 2
Times I have looked like an arse dancing: 100,000,000,000
Telephone numbers obtained of nice friendly lesbians I will make be my friends: 1

I have had so much fun but now I am weary and a little down in the dumps, I want my boy to move back to Brighton, I want to be head over heels in love and I want all the money in the world so I can give up work and party like last week forever.



Ooijj I need time to be clever for the secrets and lies, come back and I'll have something ultra cool *panics* - maybe give me a month or two!!

peace out xxx