house party #3

aren't my flatmates handsome?yesterday morning i had the most amazing greasy breakfast at Pellicci's before going charity shopping in hackney. and then on my way back, i ate the most amazing piece of carrot cake the size of my head in brick lane. then i made chicken fajitas and ate those too. but despite eating like a fucking pig all day, i still managed to get OFFMYFACE after a few sips of whiskey from a pink Barbie cup at the party last night. i hate that. and ei, omg what's with Barbie dumping Ken?! You can't have Barbie and Blaine. it's so wrong. alright, i'll get over it. last night i made friends with a flock of french men. Jean Claude, Jean Pierre and Jean Paul. obviously i didn't know their real names because when you've had a few, names don't matter. and apparently, looks don't either. how is it that i live in Belgium and the only french people i meet are when i'm in London? they were fun.after a while, some girl got really bitchy with me about something or other and someone else spilt wine all over my white skirt. i wasn't really feeling the love. i actually felt like puking. which i did quite gloriously on my adventure back home.me and soph ":D"sally is looking rather frightened.i think they're from essexsoph & sathayley dunnome (drrrunk hair) and a french boy.another french boy. i think i snogged him.. :S sorry mate.i feel rough.