CURSES!

Fuck my life.  Fuck my life.  FUCK MY LIFE!!!!!

I'm hungover to a degree that makes me want to vomit everytime I lift my head.  Ya know what makes a hangover worse?  Waking up to a girl with suitecases coming through the door disturbing my half naked booze coma!  Disoriented, I looked around the room that is a disaster, definately not a room that says welcome to London, let's share a small space and become BFFs.  I struggled to find some pants and say hello and sorry for the mess and the fact that I have taken over the room.  My greeting and apologies were lost on her, not because I looked scary (which I did) but because she doesn't understand a word of English.....this should be interesting.

Luckily the poor girl didn't arrive a couple hours earlier, I'm sure I was scary enough, I can't imagine how scary it would have been to see a naked boy in my bed too. 

Goodbye drunken skype calls.  Goodbye naked men in my bed.  Goodbye throwing my clothes everywhere.  Goodbye dancing around in my underwear to Beyonce.  Goodbye privacy.

Hello awkward silence, language barriers like WHOA, and no closet space.

Fuck my life.......


In other less dramatic news:  Beni met Lawrence and Ashley last night.  They approved.  Although I am completely surprised that he even called me today considering the shape I was in last night.  He has now seen me at my finest:  passing out on the tube, peeing in public, and crying because I was drunk and missed my mommy.  Oh, and he witnessed me eat half a frozen pizza to my face....I really do get sexier everyday!  No more daydrinking with Rocki and multiple bottles of wine, I didn't even make it out past midnight.