Getting out of bed this morning was pretty bad….felt like I needed a zimmerframe. Gotta stop finishing work Friday going to bed Sunday night. More than one sleep a weekend is needed!!
going to a party having an amazing time, meeting brilliant people, listening to quality tunes in the roasting hot sunshine. Getting back home, chilling out. Get to bed to then have to wake up to a fucking shite job where total cunts give you shit on the phone all day long, while your on a billy comedown. Definatly not the one. Still means to a end i suppose. as soon as ive saved up enough cash this job can well an truly get get fucked! :rant:
Another worst feeling is waking up in a bed fully clothed with the cover over you, having been hitting the biscuits all night and other naughty things. Sweating and feeling like a diseased moose knuckle. Even worse if it’s in someone else house and you have no change of clothing.
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