Quote courtesy of Shell.
Yes, it’s New Year! Woo! Okay, it’s not acutally 2012 here, yet (though I must wish a happy New Year to those in upside-down land.. Yes, that includes you, Camilla), but I have just finished getting my shit together ready for heading up the pub. I haven’t been out out in a long while.
As far as resolutions go, mine is this:
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That’s right, I’m back! I apologise to those of you who were rather hopeful I had simply dropped dead, and that that was why I had stopped posting.
I returned, late last night, from my holiday in Scotland.
I shan’t bore you with the details, but here is a brief overview of what happened:
It was a good few days. Apparently. All I know is that I was very, very sick, I remember nothing other than that, and I woke up in the morning with a set of lines telling me that I had two and a quarter litres of Strongbow, and the words you are drunk. written on my palm by goodness knows who.
I’ve missed Tumblr. I’ve missed you all. We should all elope, somewhere.
Rum shots.
That’s the first thing I should mention. The second thing I should mention is that they’re slow acting. This is something I only remembered to ask after four or five shots. By my seventh shot, I could feel the magic working, and I remember people cheering me on to drink more. Which I did.
I cannot place when this occurred, (I had a mass of nights in which I got asked to the pub and many random house parties with people I don’t know) but earlier today, a fuzzy memory returned to me.. Something about me and some girl talking about putting children in the back of our van and shouting “GET IN THE BACK OF THE VAN!!” and “You can have free sweets!”
7am, waking up in the morning, bang your head on a chair, ‘cause you’re hungover as f*ck. Gotta have some booze, gotta have paracetamol. Seeing not quite everything, the time is going, ticking on and on- Everything is spinning. Gotta get over to the table, gotta sit down QUICK. I see Ruth’s drink.. I’m falling off of one seat, I’m falling off the other seat. Gotta get my head straight, which seat can I take? It’s July, July, gotta get drunk in July. Everybody’s looking forward to the booze-up, booze-up. July, July, Getting drunk in July. Everybody’s looking forward to the booze-up. Partying, partying (Yeah) Partying, partying (Yeah) Fun, fun, fun, fun Looking forward to the booze-up.
