poppin' the cherry

I don't know what i'll get out of blogging, and i don't know what you'll get out of reading my blog.
I HOPE that it'll be some kind of outlet and a place i can share things that interest me. Furthermore i hope to make it entertaining and insightful.

I know EVERYBODY blogs about things they love and things they hate, but when you think about it carefully, there is fuckall else to write about. If people didn't write about things they had a love/hate passion for, then people wouldn't write at all. So as i am a mere mortal, that will be the format of my blog.

So here i sit in my pyjamas still seedy from lastnight. You see our hotwater system likes to short circuit once or twice a fortnight so i haven't had the opportunity to cleanse myself today, and i won't until 1am butttt that's no biggie as for the past 6 months 2:30am has been roughly when i sleep. Lastnight was fun, i hadn't drunk in about three weeks so i was a little over zealous in drinking my bacardi and coke. It was going down very smoothly and Oscar and i were having a mix on his decks with Céline as our audience. At approx 9:30pm, soon after straightening my hair the bacardi and coke suddenly wasn't sitting right and things weren't so pretty, and i proceeded to hop on the vomit express, destination-Oscar's balcony. I was well overdue for a spew, lastime was during the christmas holidays in Armidale, so pretty good effort in my books.
After i expelled the contents of my stomach things went a bit blurry but i'm pretty sure i sat on Oscar's bed for about an hour thinking "ohh shit, there goes the fun filled night" when i miraculously made a 200% recovery and got super psyched for going out again.
The night improved 50 fold as soon as we hit the valley and met up with dave, sam and their roomie and her friends. Once out i managed to continue to drink and most of the night was spent on the dancefloor to some pretty killer DJs and pretending to be a vampire with dave(how did that start?). The night was topped off by a trip to maccas where 2 cheeseburgers hit the spot and also a drunk wog at the bus stop just generally being a funny dude with lines such as "spinning lebanese roundhouse kick" and " "hey akon...hey akon! oi what's the black guy's name?" *gesturing in the direction of a person of colour he clearly isn't aquainted with.

That was my night, and it was worth the hangover.