i HATE being in on any night,
especially one in the holidays where there is no school the next morning and i could easily be out, with my beloved vodka.
i know that sounds so bad, but why lie...i get drunk, quite a lot. and i enjoy it.
but yes...last day of term, and guess where I am.
this is no internet cafe. i am at home. :(
gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad.
i actually had the option to go to this boy's party/gathering/chance to get pissed tonight, and was begged, but as usual, the parental units stepped in with their authority and cowboy rops to draw me back in, just when i thought that at sixteen, i was finally flying the nest.
the excuse this time :'thats a dangerous part of london he lives in, we don't want you going out and getting stabbed'.
im being serious.
don't they realis?
sure there's black on black crime and racist stabbings and what not in east london.
but i'm a girl. girls dont get stabbed.
its only the boys that get stabbed.
:/
(oh dear, what a deadly looking instrument)
still, here I am, pissed off and needing a drink.
somehow tomorrow night seemes so so far awayyy D:
au revoir.
or should I say
Auf wiedersehen!
due to my expedition to holland next week ;)
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