as you can probably tell i'm currently sporting a massive hangover along with a massive dose of sunday-night-dreading-monday-morning feeling. i'm not entirely sure which is which anymore, but they both hurt. yesterday involved baking cupcakes (well, kind of. i left the real baking part to holly but i was responsible for throwing pink glitter all over them, and her kitchen floor.), answering text messages that weren't for me, drinking far too much vodka, dancing to rhi rhi and hitting the deck in gotham town.
i'm too scared to look at my camera or my phone right now. do not want to see pictures or see who i've drunk dialled when i'm feeling this fragile.
i'm wearing one of the two t-shirts i actually own (they're both as embarrassing as each other if you were wondering) it's a pretty rubbish t-shirt to be honest. i bought it in topshop when i was living in southampton because it says whitley bay across the bottom, to remind me of home! HOWEVER now i'm back living in newcastle and relatively close to whitley bay i feel a bit daft wearing it... luckily i only managed a brisk walk this morning and haven't had any human interaction really!