Oh, man. (unfinished)

’twas my party last night…my wonderous 18th celebrations. You know what? I had the worst night ever. OK, possibly that is an exaggeration. I just didn’t have the wonderful night that I was hoping for. It started off that I ended up getting stuck on the door until about 9.30. Every time I went to go and dance, I got called outside because there were people trying to get in who my friends who were on the door didn’t know. There was one guy who knew the boys I go drinking with. And a lot of those boys were in there but that doesn’t mean I’m letting all their rough mates in too. And they are rough…even the ones I drink with lol. Zoe was on the door and she got someone to come fetch me. I said when I got there "I don’t think I know you, do I?" and he said something about licking shit that I didn’t quite catch. So I said "what?" and he was like "what you fuckin deaf or something?" oooh I had a great time telling him where to get off. I was like, well he aint fuckin comin in now is he? OK, I had had some to drink and I got my chavside out (I am from Lynn, it’s law that I have a chav side) and told him (not quite with this phrase) to jog on.

I just realised, it’s almost 11am. I’m still in my party clothes which I slept in on the floor last night. man, I feel rough as fuck (sorry for my drunken phone call Henry. I remember phoning but I don’t have the foggiest what I said to you. No doubt I will be mortified if I do remember) So, I’m gonna go get myself looking half decent. Or, try my hardest to. And then I’m heading up town to have lunch with my little sister (*giggles* stories about her from last night. haha man she was wrecked) OK, I’ll finish this later.