i was gagging for a pint but cannot do anything without having to wipe my nose every two seconds and so all hopes of beer have disappeared out the window.
i really cannot wait for christmas when incidentally i am on nights (23rd Dec to 29th Dec.)
"what did you get for christmas?"
"four new admissions.""what did santa bring you this year?"
"nothing. santa does not bring anything for naughty boys who stay up all night."
you could not fucking make this up. you really could not.
ps. absolutely categorically NO photos. the whole point of this blog is that i remain arrogant behind a shallow veneer of anonymity (despite now having 3 mates on here)
[i am listening to ben folds, songs for silverman]