That’s how I would describe last night.
What I thought would be a quiet public holiday evening watching a low quality rip of the latest Harry Potter film turned out to be a loud public holiday evening watching a low quality rip of the latest Harry Potter film.
That’s right. came around. We ended up finishing off all of my beer, vodka, whiskey, half a bottle of merlot and he went through quite a few cigarettes. On any other night that would have been filed as “success”. Last night turned out a little different when our newest neighbour stuck his head over the balcony and greeted us. We ended up drinking and smoking even more then checked out his apartment and ate plenty of crappy leftover junk food that everyone seems to have in store come Christmas. I ended up passing out completely out of my head around 4am or so.
My alarm clock was palmy’s excited shrieks to the cricket at 11am. We took a trip to the dirty bird (KFC) for breakfast/lunch and now we’re putting off going to work. Well, I am.
Living with him is going to be interesting.
the knob blog 
lol, can’t belive you’re calling it the dirty bird now.
and you smoked :o
and yay for cool neighbours :)
I’ve called it dirty bird for a while now. Bad influence. ;)
Mmm yeah I’m bad. :/ Our neighbour is cool though.
Tschaw. My neighbours don’t even greet me, and none of them are my age anyway.
The Dirty Bird. That’s one I have to remember. Ahaha.
random days can be fun sometimes…i know i have lots of them
I never really see any of my neighbours so they don’t greet me, either. Bastards.
Don’t just remember. Never forget.
Yeah, they’re tops. Actually I’m so disorganised that all my days are random anyway.
You are such a dork.
All this talk of dirty bird is making me sick.
Shh.
If you think talking about it makes you sick you should try eating it. Now that’s making me feel sick.