Last night I walked home alone from GBM to my house. Overall not the smartest idea but I was just so tired I didn’t care. My legs were freezing cold, and all I could think about was getting home into bed.<\/p>\n
On the way down Madras St, I saw a massive accident with what looked like a bunch of drunk boy racers. Their cars were a mess, they were drunkenly swearing at each other laying blame. Then there was this couple, just standing there…. staring at the car which had destroyed their fence and entered their lounge.<\/p>\n
I woke up this morning, kind of unaware of the coming home, I was just so tired. I had a recollection of getting into my bed, and that was all. I remember waking up at 4am with my laptop on. So I turned it off, and went back to sleep. When I turned it on this morning, there were 3 episodes of Never Mind the Buzzcocks on my desktop. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Last night I walked home alone from GBM to my house. Overall not the smartest idea but I was just so tired I didn’t care. My legs were freezing cold, and all I could think about was getting home into bed.<\/p>\n
On the way down Madras St, I saw a massive accident with what looked like a bunch of drunk boy racers. Their cars were a mess, they were drunkenly swearing at each other laying blame. Then there was this couple, just standing there…. staring at the car which had destroyed their fence and entered their lounge.<\/p>\n
I woke up this morning, kind of unaware of the coming home, I was just so tired. I had a recollection of getting into my bed, and that was all. I remember waking up at 4am with my laptop on. So I turned it off, and went back to sleep. When I turned it on this morning, there were 3 episodes of Never Mind the Buzzcocks on my desktop. <\/p>\n