The Power Of Vaseline

Well right now at the computer it's me and Helen and we're a little worse for wear due to the amount of vodka and pepsi we've knocked back but at least when we're drunk we get on better than when sober (and we get on great when sober so there's no real difference, lol) and I just thought I'd write a blog.

This morning I went to watch Davidd play football and that was good. You know, it's the most simple show of affection imaginable. I mean, Just Some Girl talks about her boyfriend leaving her a rose but knowing that the person you love is stood standing on the sidelines when you're playing a game makes you smile even more. I mean, I'm always happy to know that Helen and Davidd are stood on the sidelines (or sat in the car) watching me (or pretending to watch as the case is half the time).

We've been drinking all night and have just showed mum and dad this years latest jam - basically jumping and moshing like complete eejits - and dad says we're embarrassing drunks but we just don't care!

And we're taking mum round town which will be a hooooot!

And now Helen has just put enough vaseline on her lips to take care of a whole crowd of people - hers as aloe vera in it because she needs to think of the sensitivity because of her allergies- and she keeps licking it off (which is gross!)

Also Helen is determined that we should go for the X Factor. I bet when she sobers up she'll regret that. She can kind of sing (a black singer is trapped inside of her) but she's not amazing (I love you!) and I think she knows that. So, let's see where this X Factor thing leads to, huh?

Now I'm on the phone to Davidd and our conversation is the most entertaining thing EVER!

Sweet dreams, readers!