Honey, I'm home

I have found new love in the form of Florence + The Machine.

My sister recently bought their album from iTunes, so weirdly, she decided to burn me a copy. Which was odd, because I can't see how that benefitted her in any way.

Anyway, the album is completely flawless, and while I always thought I would never be into that sort of thing and kind of dismissed them as mainstream and overrated, when in actual fact they are the complete opposite of what I expected. Which makes them bloody brilliant.

J and Me have been meaning to blog on the events of last weekend, which was a bunch of larks to say the least. But I'm not sure I remember exactly what happened. I have loads of 'episodes' in my head, but I'm not sure what order they go in, or what they mean. Maybe I will write a list (SMBx will be so proud):

1. Laughing at a big clock. That's CLOCK J okay? Clock. With an 'L'.

2. Attempting to watch 28 Days Later but knowing that I was instantly forgetting everything. It was a very surreal experience. I remember a monkey. And a naked man.

3. A snake.

4. Lying in the middle of the road looking at the stars. I like that part. But I'm worried that I may have been in my pajamas. Which is bordering ridiculous.

5. Eating a biscuit and being like 'am I eating this biscuit? Or is the universe making me think I am?...Or something...'

6. Laughing at J's expression when she tried tequila and some random fruit juice. Like, orange and guava and passion fruit or something skank.

7. laughing at this chair that kept spinning around of its own accord every time I sat in it.

8. Laughing. ALOT.

9. Near the end of the night, the host taking me aside (he was sober) and saying 'listen to me, J has been in the bathroom for God knows how long, B is outside on his hands and knees if people are going to throw up on me, I can't handle it, you have to stay awake with me. I'll freak out.' And I was all 'Oh for fuck's sake you pussy'.

And I've to end that list on a 9. Because I like to piss off foreigners (yes, I mean you, you Danish outcast).

In other news, tomorrow J is taking me to the Lake District. Which means I wont be blogging for a long time. I might post another one later, because I luff you all so much (especially my leedle weasel SBHx and my biatch L).

Peace out, whores x.