She took this picture of me about 10 minutes ago... I want you to see what she is doing to me...
To you it may not look like much... I mean I'm in fancy dress... its Halloween... I'm going to Russell's party.
Great. That's just great isn't it?
Drinks... friends... dancing... fun.
Great.
I do not want to go.
Thanks.
But I have to... oh yes I do.
Because... because Lucinda says I have to...
"Josh will be there."
Wooopey f'ing do. Great... Josh... so you two can go ff and have one of your secret squirrel conversations and I can sit here dressed as a twat getting drunk and regretting even lifting my head off the pillow.
I don't want to go.
I mean - I've got better things to do...
... if only I could remember what they are.
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