take me now, cos dreams are made of this

smile, you love us

I'm not going to be writing much probably over the next few days. It's that time now where it's busier and I am working later. And I feel I've exhausted Christmas anyway, don't really want to soil my blog with anymore Christmas shit. As as update - I spent the weekend drunk. On Saturday, I splashed my glee around with Wigs, the girls and Steffi. The day after was the work's Christmas party, which I was also very drunk at, but well behaved, pleasant and coherent.

I'm not hugely looking forward to Christmas obviously. The idea of waking up on Dave's living room floor freezing my tits off and still drunk on Christmas Day is not a thought of comfort, but Boxing Day night is the traditional party night out AKA 'Big Boxing Day Bang' (insert 'Black' if you sleep with a black man). I hope Hayley comes out. I really want a total mash-a-thon.

I'm reading Evelina at the moment and looking forward to getting paid and moving to town, and looking forward to next year, but for now I am just getting by with what's available to me. I keep having feelings of single self pity, sometimes I discover a new reason why it would be so good and useful to have a boyfriend. I never knew I'd become this kind of undatable socially awkward dweeb from hell.

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