The Kooks Are Out

All of us, we're going out tonight.
We're gonna walk all over your cars.

My leggings came today, finally - it feels like I was waiting for them for fucking ever.

I actually love them. My phone has beeped about 80 times in the last hour, almost everyone who is amazing is coming out tonight or coming to visit me before I go out tonight. Fucking brilliant. So I'm sitting in bed in a tshirt - clearly so far from ready and I'm hanging out listening to the Kooks having a smoke before getting my dress up on.
Party nights like tonight have me feeling so unsure. There's so many good people coming out, something terrible is bound to happen. Last night we left my apartment at 2am to go out, even though at 1 we were in bed watching dvds with no intention to move. Funnily enough, it was the making of an amazing evening out.
I don't recall a large amount of it though. I do however remember telling an old friend that I bumped into that I was engaged and moving to London and that the person I was marrying was a British soap star. Like in one of those East Enders type things. Hahahaha. Why on earth would I do that?
I have decided to check into a filthy rehabilitation clinic early and get it over and done with. Succumb to fate, you know? Plus the sooner I go in the sooner I get to have my relapse.
Pass the pipe?.


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