So my dear groovers, it's twothousandandeight.
So far it's been a mixed bag. I went out in Bath with Pinklet, theknives and Kristoph on the day before new years eve. We had a meal and a drink in the pig and fiddle, I got Pinklet discount on a belt in one of our stores and then we had a wander around the shops before heading into the hobgoblin, where we drank several pints before Pinklet returned from the bar with some dodgy looking blue shots. After another pint or two, another round of blue shots appeared, which the girls decided they weren't having so it fell to Kristoph and I to pick up the slack and step up. All of this lead to me drunkenly deciding I was still sober enough to skateboard home, only to end up sprawled on my ass after 2 minutes and ended up with nice gravel rash on my palms, a sprained left wrist and a battered right knee that went a nice shade of ironic blue the next day as if to taunt me.
New Years itself was cool, I was over at E's house with her housemates and several friends. D had cooked a tajin (?) and done a veggie version for me, the nice lad. We drank, smoked and went to the pub for one, only to get pissed off with how rammed it was after 5 minutes and headed back to the house. The usual antics ensued - drunken conversations, silly dancing, more drinking and throwing things at each other, although I did manage to stop E pouring anything on me, which she seems to like to do when drunk. I left at about 2.30am, to much annoyance and pleading from E & S for me to stay. I heard E shout "where's *he* gone?" as I walked out the door, (obviously she was too pissed to remember we'd just said bye,) and promptly sent S out to chase after me and ask me to come back. I decided I was drunk enough and plenty tired so I went home and collapsed.
NYD was spent snoozing the morning away, followed by much playing of Half Life 2, which rocks my socks. For some reason I couldn't get to sleep last night so ended up reading and dicking around with itunes until 4am, meaning I got about 3-4 hours sleep last night.
Work has been hell - I've come back to several large problems and I'm already pretty stressed out. My boss isn't back until Monday, but I have a feeling we're going to have words when he gets back and it probably won't go in my favour.
On the bright side I have had my car fixed, (again,) today and it's going to cost me much less than I thought, which is great.
I'll leave you with this thought:
"It is better to have loved and lost than to have gotten so desperate that you put it in a goat, like that bloke in Hull got caught doing by a trainload of people."
Happy New Year you lovely bunch you.
So far it's been a mixed bag. I went out in Bath with Pinklet, theknives and Kristoph on the day before new years eve. We had a meal and a drink in the pig and fiddle, I got Pinklet discount on a belt in one of our stores and then we had a wander around the shops before heading into the hobgoblin, where we drank several pints before Pinklet returned from the bar with some dodgy looking blue shots. After another pint or two, another round of blue shots appeared, which the girls decided they weren't having so it fell to Kristoph and I to pick up the slack and step up. All of this lead to me drunkenly deciding I was still sober enough to skateboard home, only to end up sprawled on my ass after 2 minutes and ended up with nice gravel rash on my palms, a sprained left wrist and a battered right knee that went a nice shade of ironic blue the next day as if to taunt me.
New Years itself was cool, I was over at E's house with her housemates and several friends. D had cooked a tajin (?) and done a veggie version for me, the nice lad. We drank, smoked and went to the pub for one, only to get pissed off with how rammed it was after 5 minutes and headed back to the house. The usual antics ensued - drunken conversations, silly dancing, more drinking and throwing things at each other, although I did manage to stop E pouring anything on me, which she seems to like to do when drunk. I left at about 2.30am, to much annoyance and pleading from E & S for me to stay. I heard E shout "where's *he* gone?" as I walked out the door, (obviously she was too pissed to remember we'd just said bye,) and promptly sent S out to chase after me and ask me to come back. I decided I was drunk enough and plenty tired so I went home and collapsed.
NYD was spent snoozing the morning away, followed by much playing of Half Life 2, which rocks my socks. For some reason I couldn't get to sleep last night so ended up reading and dicking around with itunes until 4am, meaning I got about 3-4 hours sleep last night.
Work has been hell - I've come back to several large problems and I'm already pretty stressed out. My boss isn't back until Monday, but I have a feeling we're going to have words when he gets back and it probably won't go in my favour.
On the bright side I have had my car fixed, (again,) today and it's going to cost me much less than I thought, which is great.
I'll leave you with this thought:
"It is better to have loved and lost than to have gotten so desperate that you put it in a goat, like that bloke in Hull got caught doing by a trainload of people."
Happy New Year you lovely bunch you.
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theknives:
That was a hat?!
zamuzel:
Dude - you are a life saver and a wiser man than me 