Did you say drink? What was that about getting another drink? Hmm? For me?



...Holly had the camera for this one. I'm not entirely sure if the focus was my keys, my hips, my hands, my crotch or the bottle of Smirnoff. Yes, I drink Smirnoff. Bite me.


So. Fucking. Drunk. I took my hair down out of its wee tail and it has exploded from my head. I'm also wearing the biggest, stupidest grin known to man. Why yeth, othiffer, it ITH my birfday. Cuff me?