Fabric 1st February (RAM records) is gonna be live! First time raving with my babe and first time my brother’s gonna be at fabric! So so excited for Friday, eee!
Me: I won't get jealous
Me: Who's this fucking whore
The issue of having a doobie, wanting sex, then wanting another doobie and the cycle continues…
FE FI FO FUM, PASS ME THE FUCKING BLUNT.
People see everything through the lens of their obsessions.– -Francine Prose, Goldengrove (via armchairoxfordscholar)
grrrlfever: hey this is just a very normal and serious text post with no hidden meaning whatsoever
Fuck you, all you lucky bastards going hospitality on the 25th January. I want to be rushing to London Elekricity.
It took me 4 hours to eat a sausage roll and every bit of energy I could muster to walk to work today. Da fuq.
Just had the nicest weekend.
Went fabric on Friday night, arrived home from London at 7pm on Sunday despite the fact that London is 45 minute train ride from home. Made new friends in fabric, ended up afterpartying it round their house, crashed for a bit and came home today. I somehow managed to do about 7 different drugs in the space of 12 hours and it was a banging night and comedown day.
I fucking hate stupid Christians who don’t learn about things before they protest them. For one thing, you don’t inject marijuana, you inject heroin. For another, there has never been a known case of someone dying from overdosing on weed. You have to smoke more doobies than you can even afford to die and that’s the tobacco in the spliff that kills you. Marijuana’s only flaw...
Decided I needed to celebrate the transition from the age of 19-20 in style but ended up being a bit of an eventful flop. Got lost trying to pick up our pills, took them on the train, came up on the tube journey to Camden, there were loads of people raving in the train station, the Camden “street rave” looked more like a riot, people were fighting and shit, decided to try fabric, met...
Somehow drama just centres itself around me
After a lovely day of ice skating at the natural history museum and winter wonderland in Hyde Park, I went to one of my old school friend’s party. Despite the fact that I was high as fuck, some bitch who tried to ruin my life came along and started crying on me, my ex called me a junkie just cos I’ve done md a few times and I fell over. Fucking perfect.
My grandad was teaching me about the galaxy and said we are all made of stardust. I liked the sound of that.
I am completely in love with my cats. And I’m okay with that.
I am as skint as arseholes right now and I need a fucking doobie. Who’s got weed? Sharing is caring…