get ripped, get shitfaced

Went out tonight with a few of the girls, Palace in Camberwell, shit crowd but decent dj who played our favourite 80s and early 90s tunes for us to get up and boogie to. Almost got molested by a cowboy, Vee did a brief bump and grind with batman, why are all the freaks out?

Thighs sore from dancing, good night, good night, vodka helps ease the gears of deliciousness. Took me three tries to spell that word, when drunk, my fingers turn dyslexic! Peanut butter on toast makes an excellent late night dinner

Damnit, why can’t I type? Should sleep but too high on happy notes from the booze and good company and dancing. Hate tosspots who take themselves too seriously when boogeying - should be carefree and just about making a bit of an arse of yourself and having fun. Some chick thought we was hilarious so filmed us dancing with her mobile, so long as it dont end up on fucking youtube i’m a happy girlie.

WHY ARE THERE FUCKING MOTHS IN MY BEDROOM? THE FUCKERS ARE BREEDING!

Childhood fear of moths wont go away, cannot sleep while the hairy eyeballed fuckers are having epileptic fits around my room. Did I spell that right? Ahh, don’t care.

So, who want s to go to Retro next week?