why do all these people look like their mums are related to their dads?

weekend with jess and julia in brighton. crack bench, maracas (why would homeless people have maracas? why do i find them hysterically funny?), drinking, what is dyme?, phil mitchell is our new favourite fictional character. jess fell over trying to dropkick julia in the back. she then threw julia's spare shoes over a fence to get a headstart running away. oops. sambuca shots in digital were the worst, the next day we felt horrid, got mexican for brunch then ju nearly fainted. oh dear. we watched spaced all day. man in the shop gave us a free bottle of wine with our litre of vodka because we're 'beautiful.' we drank the whole litre plus 2 more bottles of red wine. we didn't even go out. the best conversations are ridiculous ones about other people in the room, shouting but thinking they can't hear you because you're drunk. he was drunk too. it's fine. jacket potato & rain & arrested development. i came home & me & laura drank mojitos & jagermeister in bed watching the hangover. how ironic.

i need to buy important things for australia tomorrow like trainers (?!) & supportive bikinis that also make me look about a stone lighter. oh well. FIX MY CAMERA. cut my fringe? we're going to london for drinking & dancing friday night then science museum saturday pretending i'm not hungover. i can't believe the date, too many things to do. i need to make my mum a birthday card before monday too. i think i might cry a lot next week.

i'm selling loads of clothes on ebay, i hope people buy them because i want to buy a unicorn onesie.

i think i hate boys and stuff but i want to kiss them a lot, over & over.