re-considering for mr howard

i might love daniel.

but if russell howard came along

as asked me to marry him

i think id run off (L) nomnomnomnomnomnom

fucking hilarious.

hes a more attractive (but less funny) of lee evans

3rd time ive watched it today

and i have stomach cramp.

monsieur ginge

gots him :)

nomnom

summer plan

this summer is going to be about bbq's, being skinny and my boy

my ladies, brothers cider, drinking on the field

and finally becoming a suicide girl

boooyahhhh :)

piper & talent

after a year. over 365 days

of me being a cunt and fucking around

and being a cunt

were finally getting back together

hopefully. were meeting up on wednesday for some dinner

and a chat :)

i drunkenly/drugupenly rambled on at him

about how much i miss him and love him. (as i usually do)

and i woke up saturday morning feeling like shit (as i usually do)

but actually felt something. i missed him. i wanted him to be there

i forgot that i needed him :)

daniel stephen piper.

i fucking love you (L)

crosby & cola cube wodka

so yeah. my friday night started out like this :)

nice and sober. looking all lovely with my extensions

and ended like this. snogging my best friends

in a very very embarrasing state

after drinking a litre of vanilla vodka and coke

with another bottle of streight cola cube vodka in the other

sniffing key after key of mkat

saturday, i woke up on natalies couch in a kilt

evidently had one of mikes on and forgot to take it off

bad and good times all in one :)

then i went home and felt sorry for myself

and convinced my mother that id only had 2 drinks :)

mwhaha. im such a good liar sometimes

and tom took me to the beach. crosby beach to me exact

where we saw these weird things

and i shit myself. in the pitch black

they dont look so nice.

i almost weed i was that scared

and then we spent an hour in the van looking at the shipping lights :)

it was nice. all cuggled up under my hello kitty blanket

i wanna go again in the daytime and take some pictures

and last night. sunday evening. at 1am. i decided to tidy my room

clean the litter tray. take out the rubbish and id have got the hoover out if my mother wouldnt have twated me senseless.

i woke up feeling like shit.

but nevertheless. fulfilled :)

shadows form from chandeliers

:) sexy times

i want to know if my sexy leeds ladies are staying in leeds for easter?

or round about then?

i want to come down and sex you all up long time (L)

sing me a song

i sat last night

just listening to dave play his guitar via skype

and i forgot how much i loved it

just listening, not saying anything

and just kind being there :)

it was so nice

this made me giggle :)

going through all my old icons and shit

little moaner!

right. ive said this before. and i will say it again.

i am SICK of moaning about everything! lol

so from now on. i wont :)

and if i do.. then its with good reason! :D

i need to find myself a job

make the dog and cat bond

and get myself sorted

im not drinking/doing drugs etc for a month

and see how that goes

hopefully sort out my system and save me some dollar! (L)

penis

this made me roflllzzzz :)

and i am spending all day in bed and doing nothing

eating and sleeping and watching the Gilmore girls :)

i miss doing this

its weird, that i love having a tiny tiny room 

everything fits perfectly

minus that im back in a single bed

all my room is compact and perfect

and i love it

all i need now is a new border.

disney priness doesnt really suit me :P

roflz.

my god i love being home (L)

kittyyy

check us two badboyss (L)

my little sydney and his bog eye

and me with black hair

fucking gofff ;)

icelandy

im sick of liking people.

it appears that the guys i like have;

crazy fucking ex's

girlfriends

wandering hands and just want a fuck

or ive liked them since i was 12 when they lived in runcorn and they now live in fucking iceland

its fucking ridiculous

the only nice guys i ever meet and all fucking taken

or live in shitting iceland!!!!

this is gash

im turning lez and making things easy for myself!

roflfuckingpopzz

i haven't chuckled quite so hard for a while as i have at this bad boy :)

pie

i forgot how beautiful she is :)

iris :)

my favourite song in the whole wide world.

i want to be buried to this. it is fucking beautiful

paniced!

i think. between sniffing at home

coming up. drinking 6 double malibu and cokes in 25 minutes.

drinking a bottle of wine in officers. dancing like a cunt in officers.

going to dont panic. buting more sniff. coming wayyyyy up.

dancing like a mong. going home to sort my sat out.

making my mum cry. getting a hug of my stepdad.

telling my mum horrible things about me she didnt need to know.

going back to dont panic to give some girl a hoodey. crying on everyone.

getting a taxi back home to talk to my stepdad. crying on my stepdad.

and going to bed and waking up feeling like shit. checking my phone for embarassing texts.

finding that ive sent embarassing texts. cringing. coming downstairs to drink my weight in redbull.

and now. i feel like shit. :)

good times. always a good sign.

except that im 20.. and grounded from going out and drinking for 2 weeks :)

ahhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

fucked.

back for gooodd

i am back living at my mothers.

hopefully not for too long

stupidly long misunderstanding! but bad times

but my mum wont have sydney! so im bugared for someone to have him

:( 

so yeah. i doubt im going out tonight due to lack of funds

but dont panic tomorrow! i am not missing it

not a chance in hell :)

im not missing an oppertunity for getting messy, getting my phwomph on, and passing out on random, inconspicuous males! mwhahaha

having the same conversation over and over again, staring at bright lights, and passing out in corners, makes dont! panic for beki talent :)

blast from the past!

emma nelson never EVER fails to take the worst pictures of me ever

but they make me rofl so hard :)

sexybeans

i forget how much i love her until i see pictures like this!

weekend kunt

between having the same conversation with my best friend about 6 times in a row last night

and paying for a single malibu and coke and getting a quadruple

and sniffing a gram of bubble

im pretty fucked.

and now im going to photograph a wedding

well, like vow renewal thing.

and im stale.

i should learn that when i know im fucked.

to STOP drinking.. not carry on until i can barely walk

going through my laptop today

i found shit loads of old pictures

its purely fucking hilarious

i will post them up tomorrow or somert

coz ive got half an hour to make myself look presentable

i have back sausages in this top

its just not happening!

but but but

next saturday bitchhhhezzz. hellayeah!

fucking dirty mess i shall be

stag

i think when you discover a picture like this of your father

you want the world to swallow you whole..

oh dear

bubble eyes

bubbled up to high hell

after drinking precarious amounts of jager and mojito's!

in jumpin jaks.. of all places!

high hopes

well.

since my very very drunken blog with nat last sunday

my week has consisted off:

uv paint; jager bombs; queer as folk; punching gay fellas; pole dancing; drag queens; bubble eyes; hair dye; gilmore girls; futon; cat piss; jager parties; dubstep; phwommfing; random conversations; finding out people i dont want to read by blog, read my blog; texting stupid shit; kissing girls; running; top-ups; coldsores; gay village; "im speciallll"; my little pony; sisters "big 7" birthday

thats the good stuff

theres loadsssss of bad random stuff including hangovers, finding out stuff i dont wanna know and not speaking to my best friend for over a week!

i want my best friend back please? :(