I was soooooo bored. So what did I decide to do? Go to the end of the world to see Jay. Yes yes, I've been naughty, fucked my essay and came all the way down to Bromley South (don't even ask where it is, I've got no idea), which was a mission and a half (one train, than 'this is a Victoria line train to Brixton' then another train, I even went through fields before getting here), but yeah. I'm here now. Went to this house party, where I didn't know anyone apart from Jay (not that I know him that well yet, lol), and ended up getting oh dear so drunk in about an hour. Very embarassing. And I thought I was a heavy drinker by now. Complete bollocks really. It was just the two of us most of the time, didn't talk to that many people... I felt a bit guilty but then fuck it, what am I supposed to do? I wanna talk to my BOYFRIEND. Bwahahah.
Came home... Jay has got a wicked room and like the sexiest laptop on the planet and fit naked women on the walls. Did... Stuff? And now I'm here. Happier than ever. And felt like writing this, don't really know why - Jay probably thinks I'm a complete nutcase now, but then, he already knew that. What's the point of this post? I don't know. I'm just all bubbly and happy. Here you go.