because shaz, i wish you were here for a drunkend discussion about why im pining.
Pining, it's a wierd word, innit.
Putain, im sooooo drunk, it's a little sad the right man is not here. And im listening to sheila on 7's berhenti berharap because that's what i should do- stop hoping.
Where is he? Why was he not fucking there? WHy?Im so angry! Angry and drunk. Bad combination.
My head is spinning. I put my sick housemate home and took cab out again and then headed out to party. Fccking betrayal. Im such a bitch, so shoot me. Still it's not worth it- cos the right man isnt there.
Im not even entirely sure he is the right man, but he will do for now. Putain de merde de bordello. Putain! Merde!
A drunk lizzy is an honest lizzy, a horny lizzy and an angry lizzy. Like my daddy taught me, drunks and babies dont lie
If you have any say in the way the universe is run, please try and get me and this 6'3, non-medicine, non-surgery dark haired man together; and pray that he is not sleeping with his female friend who is far taller, prettier and has nicer hair than me.
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