Yesterday was good, we went out for a meal for stu's mam's birthday. It was very nice. Me and stu were drinking and phill kept conplaining that what he was ordering was pants. I was introduced to jack daniel's and coke, and, having had two previous vodka and cokes on an empty stomach previously, thought it was really nice... untill i tasted soemthing proper that took the form of a banana split. I finished it, however. Stu then decided that we all needed a shot, and so went to the bar, and returned with these two shot glasses of blue aftershock and three smaller, more normal sized green ones. The blue ones were bigger than any shot i've ever seen, but then again, shot-wise i'm fairly ignorant.
Anyhoo, got home and colapsed on the sofa, I recall being photoed but have yet to see the picture of my tipsy glory. Everyone else went to bed, and me and stu sat on the sofa and watched the first american pie because i hadn't seen it in ages. It got me to wondering how complex they make all these relacionships seem on the tv, and how the stuff they freaked out about were nothing. I though, awww, it just maes me think how much i love stu. The film ended, and He looked up blearinly and just said 'bved'. huh. Ahh well He's been plaing poke'mon all... well day is true, but week would be a better time scale i think. if it's less, it feels like more. Ugh!
Never mind, I'll think of some way to incurr my squirrely wrath bwahahahah!
Aww he's great really :)