glimse into the drunken past

I discovered this when I was packing up my books and have been meaning to post it for a while. It is an excerpt from the diary I kept in london:

Drummond Street 2:29am 16/11/01

Drunk. Like a skunk. Wrote Dan* IM. Bad idea. Ugh. Need water. Need bed. Shit. Fun night:)

I think ** said he would hook up w/ me. Ugh. Water. Wow. My handwriting is much better brunk***. I need ass. Maybe tom. Not Tom. tom, short for tomorrow.

Fuck - drunk.

No longer tequilla virgin. Double shots - of tequilla. AND Jack's. God. Fuck. And I ate meat today. AND it was Diwali. I am a bad person. I hope no one I love suffers b/c of my sins. ok - pee then bed.

I love Bridget Jones will strive to be more like her - save drink and ciggys.

Night

*Not Apone.
** Boyfriend of friend
***Not a typo, actually what I wrote