who knows

what kinda shit went down last night. we were definately keepin it real/old school, as in when you're 14 and have nowhere to drink so you hang around parks and street corners old school, very nostalgic (sad). however this situation was a little different; we were perched on a carpark stairwell not for lack of location, but for shame of our beerbonging stunts/fear of the popo, loved the thrills. better not make it a habit

really not sure what my jaw is doing here, playing up for attention or something


complete with hiphop accapella medleys for the walk into town, no fit state to enter a nightclub. which is evident from the bruises i woke up with (on the palm of my hand what?) and vague memory of hurling/falling over a toilet cubicle wall. alll in a nights work, adieu x