I need to stop putting cigarettes out on my arm when drunk because someone claimed I wouldn’t do it. Fuck sake, the antiseptic hurts more than the burn.  

I cant’ fucking wait, it’s going to be amazing. One way or another nothing can ruin my day. Lest he who shall not be named stabs me before hand, let them come I say.

It’s looking like it’s going to be a beasty fucking night and even without my stupid levels of drinking the last month or so, I really could use another night out. 

I’m actually a pretty nice guy and I’m getting fed up having to act like a dick to get anywhere with anything or anyone. 

Bring on the Jager. 

Right so, I should I suppose post a wee blog about today seeing as how frankly amazing it was. First off I managed to get my bed before noon which these days is a fucking rarity as best. Had a wee jaunt down to the career’s and an awesome bloke named Allan gave me some pretty awesome advice on this and that. Nice guy, going to pop back and see him at one point. The sorta guy I imagine will be stupidly funny after 6 shots of tequila. Kemp came and got me after that looking sexy as fuck in her jammies without makeup on. I expect my women to make themselves presentable when around me at all times, I was temped to beat her at this point but I can’t drive so I let it go. We went and had food in spoons and I’ve just realised I left my masterful colouring in work there, gutted. Few wee drinks in the snowbar and some hilarious banter with Shady as per made things even better. Saw Ricky as well for a bit and shared our usual chat, man is a legend. One of the nicest blokes I’ve ever met always up for a smoke as well which is always good considering we are literally a dying race at the moment us smokers.

The most important part of the day for me was having a laugh with Heather. She was nice enough to stay and keep me and kemp company in the bar while we waited on Kemps boyfriend finishing work. I had planned to head out snowboarding but ended up going back to Heather’s to see wee Caspa, mate, that cat is a fucking champion amongst cat’s and one day I full expect him to cause some serious damage to my hand/face/legs/body with those wee bastarding teeth of his. However, the Cat is gorgeous and I’m glad I went round to see him. They’ve built him a big climbing frame thing that he loves, it was awesome just watching him dick around on the thing for ages while Heather was dying her hair even though it ended up having an adverse effect to that which she actually wanted…

Anyway, I’m glad I seem to have my friend back. There was a few months there which most people reading this blog will have at least a wee bit of an idea as to what was going or. I needed time and that’s exactly what she gave me and I’m glad she did all in all. It finally feels like the dust has settled and we can move on and past whatever actually happened and just go back to being best friends again. I’ve missed ripping fuck out of her and I like to think she has missed ripping fuck out of me. However, the winter season is rapidly approaching and she claims she can snowboard although I’ve never actually witnessed this so I’ll have her cunting it down a mountain soon enough anyway. By cunting I mean falling and not just going fast. 

It would be easy to let this turn into a place where I just post ranting and I have no doubt at one point or another it will indeed turn into that but I will try my best to keep it to drunken rantings and ravings. 

Just in yet again, that’s every night I’ve been out in two weeks I’ve ended up back at some random party. Awesome. Andrew Lyons, Graeme Mathers, Lauren Kane and Lee Mcfall for some brilliant banter into the wee hours! By wee hours I mean till 7am. Sad to see Kim away but it was a fucking brilliant send off. Was brilliant seeing every cunt out, Ryan Boyle you fucking legend was amazing seeing you along with everyone else. Pity the big man himself Philgod couldn’t make it! Had a good wee laugh with Ciara Webb even if she was grumpy and I was my usual hyperactive wanker in the Catty. I hope she isn’t too pissed at me. Also, I hope Shona Douglass was only raped in the woods and not actually murdered like I assume after she stopped texting me. Good night.