So here we go again...off to Ireland for the second time on this never ending tour of nonsense.
And i cant be fucked. 10 days away in crappy travel lodges in Belfast, Liverpool and Isle Of Man.
Trying to stay positive but i know how hard it was last time we went away for this long. Need to keep myself busy, not spend too much money and try not to get pissed off with everyone, their silly insecurities and all their bullshit....i promise nothing!
The other night was random. Went out for Adam's birthday and saw desperation like ive never seen before. We ended up at the windmill in picadilly and had some fun, had some dances while Garrett fell in love and 'made a connection' with his stripper. Hilarious and sad all at the same time.
Oh well, i got a dance from an extremely hot girl. Or rather, awesome body, pretty face, weird fake tits that looked like baked potatoes. Oh well, nobody is perfect, right?
Anyway, on the train to Gatwick now so fingers crossed everythinh is on time. Altho, if i miss my flight, do i still have to go?? Hmm....
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