Despite meeting the man of my dreams and secretly promising myself that I am going to tone the drinking down so he doesn't run a mile I still managed to get semi blotto last night. My good intentions left the building without me after the 3rd glass of Vina Sol. If they didn't make it so damn nice I woudn't drink it - I know I wouldn't. My drinking is not a confidence boost or a determined effort to have a laugh, it's purely a taste issue.
I have to say I was very well behaved, although I'm bound to have woken my neighbour up whilst making a very late ham sandwich in the kitchen directly above her bedroom. Apparently according to her I unload the dishes from the dishwasher really loudly as well as walking across the floor like an elephant. Well I do like to make my presence known. ...
Was a good night and everyone put in a concerted effort to get properly drunk since it's bank holiday today. I have done nothing except watched Heros and am watching the clock waiting for the big boy to finish his shift so I can call him.
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