Its like 3am & im talking to sharm on the phone about how im gonna miss the holidays so fucking much after all that has happened and how its gonna end. gosh. i so hate this fucking feeling.
Its only been a month and a half and i feel so attached to you guys. I've never in my entire life felt this way before. we've had sooooo much fun doing all these crazy things and i will NEVER EVER forget them.
So this is gonna be one helluva long entry.
To all the memories re-lived:
23th Nov 2005.
Gotham Penthouse.
all of us having a blast gigging the night away. asking bandguys to get us into the after party. trying to get into the afterparty. taking loadsa crappy pics. groping asses. hugging random hotties. hoboing in the museum at midnight playing truth or dare. spinning the damn vodka bottle. getting more booze. going high. talking shit. stalking bryan. screaming away for the pple riding the gm bungee ride. stalker behind the bush. taking the wrong bus. roaming orchard. screaming at the immature losers. hoboing with chocolate crackers at cineleisure.getting kicked out by the security guards. hoboing outside starbucks till morning. talking shit while getting drunk. funnnnnnnn.
to be continued...
