beki loves jager

i have come to the conclusion that i spend:

to much time under a duvet, being hungover, drinking energy drinks, shopping, in asda, in the shower, on my couch, watching scrubs, watching friends reruns, watching shit films, eating cheesecake & writing lists

and far too much more shit

this week has been so good.

ive spent it all being fuck off my face, drinking & being hungover

this morning was fit (L)

poor bizzle. i know she lives with me, but i feel so sorry for her sometimes having to live with me

couldnt even eat breakfast! ahhaaa :D

i officially had stuart lowe semi naked in my bed ;)

rofllllllzzzz. poor boy. the three of us spend time chatting shit on my couch and watching football factory while stu slept. poor thing.

went into work late aswell lol

ahh well

i might be skint and single. but life is so so so good right now :)

dubstep mashup

my friday consisted of going gettin ready at antz's

drinking until my heart was content.

going out. getting arseholed.

drinking jagerbombs for free. dancing like a mong.

going to indiependence and drinking yet more jager.

going back to antz's and dying a slow and painful alcohol induced death.

i had to be moved in the morning because natalieeee, jess & jamie were going round.

i hated him for moving me. but the last time he left me in bed when natalie came round

i promptly left due to feeling mega fucking awkward! ahhaa.

my saturday consisted of this:

group dodgy pictures, hot guts with piercings, pills, vodka, dubstep, coke, speed

and being totally fucking arseholed.

4 of us curled up on my couch and watched lee evans and died!

it was fucking hilarious. we all looked a sexy mess.

after hardly any sleep (yet again) i went to work for 6 hours

then passed out for about 6 hours on my couch and woke up to a phonecall about working

so i worked 4-12 last night and then took some coke :)

casually. as you do.

his majesty didnt show up.. which is a surpise rofl

and im currently at my mothers doing my washing

and my flat is actually properly clean and hoovered and smells like shake & vac

i fucking love it.

i want some company tonight..

billy talent catch up

the pictures from the gig i promised :)
billy talent. cancer bats & cancerbury. some sexy sexy men (L)

do you like pina colada?

well.

friday was hilarious.

ended up getting £12 tips and 6 shots.

got arseholed! free drugs too :)

wired until 10am on saturday! ;) good times

poor antz had to put up with me in that horrid state.

then i all of a sudden just purely passed out on him

took some fittt pictures from friday

i'll whack them up tomorrow.

not much else has gone on really.

but im in love with ikea :)

&& im staying in tonight by myself and crappy tv

ive had the weirdest phonecalls lately..

weekend.

brad told wadzy i like him!

what the hellll.

i hate him a little bit :(

grr.

work tonight then off to lux

with 33p in my pocket.

just need a quiet night out

where i dont end up being carried home

:) although i do love doing that!

holding the bar all on my own tonight..

bad times

i need to find my memory card so i can start the voodoo website

:)

mini piggy

me & bizzle are gonna get one of these.

i need one. theyre to cute.

we saw them on the telly the other night

i fell in love.

leftover candy

im still eating the horendous amounts of shit thats left at my mums

whilst dogsitting and looking for jobs

today. ive applied for 16 jobs. including phoning up.

im sick of it. because im not gonna get any of them

bed shops. pets at home. bars. cocktail bars. train stations. everything.

im sick of it.

im gonna have to dye my hair back to a normal colour

but i still need some personality

so im thinking going back red.. i like being red

its fitt.

i wanted to go all turquoise. but theres no chance of me getting a job with all blue hair.

meh. i hate this.

doctors appointment on thursday to sort myself out

i hope he can fix me :(

fright night

my weekend has been friggin eventful
it involved: fake blood; stockings & suspenders; doc's; back-combing; malibu; vodka jelly; shots; pear cider; parental underwear; turtle races; jelly fights; rain; chicken nuggets; waiting an hour for a taxi home; losing my keys; dancing like a goon; podium dancing; cuddling; obscene pictures; little & large; goop; GASH; "youre a slag"; hair curling; dead face; hangovers; drag queens; family feuds; freezing cold; scary butlers; silent disco; sneaking natalie into lux; £5 deposits; singing stupidly loud to kings of leon whilst surrounded by silence; lunges; pizza; sidekick; "curdle"; peter andre; smash hits '99; "it'll lose its value"; hidden cigarettes; nazis; sailors; sellouts; 5am phonecalls; and far far farrrrr too much more

its been the best weekend of this year so far.

here are some awful pictures emma took:

podium dancingggg//ive no idea who the scary guy is

slagging it up on friday

me and wadzy on the way into town

dancing like a drunken spaz

the best picture from the whole weekend of me