my theory of “try to drink as much as you can before you go out” ended up making me so drunk that I spent a silly amount on booze anyway. 

I kept trying to show everyone my new lace pants. oh dear. 

then I was woken up at god knows what time by my flatmate crawling into my bed and shouting at me for hogging the pillows. then spooning. 

just finished a KFC and I’m dying :c