Gibberish for the blind... or not 99!

So my minion the day has come. Six beers, a chocolate Santa and half a box of new mini Toblerones and I am ready to rock ass.

So victory dance for us all, hehehehehehe…. I dunno why, but we really do deserve it.
I miss Euan. Wee bugger. I must phone him. I tried earlier and he never answered. He just patched me through so some bastard at BT. He must know her – cheap slag. I bet se drinks at his bar and he gives her discount. Never gave me discount, so I’m gonna help myself next time. Bastard. He is never getting a phone call ever again.

Plans for New Year anyone? Euan’s it is. I am excited. Not for any particular reason, I just like the people going. Lovely group of people. I know some of us may think they are annoying… or maybe once thought they were annoying, but I know why. When I look at them with their tight jeans; drinking alcohol in the park on a Saturday; laughing, running around; being stupid; taking photographs of themselves; trying to realise their boundaries and listening to Lost Prophets, we see ourselves… don ‘t we, Mhairi? 99
Anyway, all whisking aside, I think this New Year will be great fun, wherever I end up, because it’s the first year I will share with my real friends since New Year 2005. What a ridiculously long amount of time. Miss those guys.

You know who I also miss? Twinny. I miss you so much my adorable twin *cries*. I’m gonna hug that illegitimate baby right out of you soooo soon. Mwah!

Also, Ricard/Euan – get your fingers out. Let’s write us a sitcom.

I go and live in Germany in a year and a half. What a boker. I dunno. We’ll see. I mean, I’ll be like fluent in the old German, but my life will feel kind occupado for a whole year. Is that too much? I guess not. Fuck the world. Don’t miss me too much *cries* I know you wont.

New Years resolution – Get fewer parking tickets and have more sex.

Does it make me shallow that I stopped speaking to a girl because Danny text me half way through saying “what are you doing? She is minging”? I know it does. But that show how much my friends opinions matter to me, and if that distracts you from the superficiality of my attempt at speaking to a woman, then good.

I have realised that the law is not everything. Laws can be wrong *stage 1940s Germany*. Also, language doesn’t have to be so regimented. So remind me of this later Iain when we argue about “if it were” or “if it was”.

Might as well post this. I’m just typing crap that the fuzzy cloud of alcoholism seems to organise into sense.

Drunken minds speak sober hearts.

Also, beer and chocolate is such a no no, but then again mmmmmm, the sweet clarity that beer brings.

Sincerely Yours,
The Breakfast Club.