Hot N Cold

So here goes: my first post. Unfortunately for whoever reads this, this post comes from a girl who is very, very hung over at the moment and therefore may appear grumpier than usual. As has been established, I have also suffered from Beatlemania for several years and thus, will use them as my shields when talking about my life.
Last night was one of mine and my brother's common friend's birthday (hence the hang over). We all gathered round to celebrate Bungalow Bill's 25th in style.

The booze was flowing and the fact that I can barely ever make conversation with randoms while sober helped speed up my alcohol intake greatly. Plus the presence of my old make out buddy Father Mckenzie (cos he's oh-so faithful.Not.) added to my tension and need for a little binge drinking. Several beers later, I was feeling no pain...The father and I had made up (although our tongues hadn't) and I was having fun after a long time. Then came the bad news.

After Father Mckenzie took off , my brother The Blue Meanie stormed up to me looking for his car keys. However, in my inebriated state, I had given Mckenzie the keys....and he was gone. After a huge melodramatic argument which involved tears, shouting, Blue Meanie's 'girlfriend' Martha's constant interventions and a long walk in high heeled boots, the keys wre found and the drama finally was put to rest.


The divine retribution part comes in today...after being yelled at by the Blue Meanie for being 'irresponsible' ( which is highly hypocritical seeing as how I am usually the mature one in most situations) he came running to me cos he made a mistake. A huge one. He dropped my old laptop breaking its screen, which just got replaced, costing approx. 13 grand. All this after the responsibility rubbish...and to top it all off , my dad Sgt. Pepper has been badgering me for awhile to take the computer AWAY from the meanie, seeing as how he is so immature. Oh, my. Either way, it's lose-lose.