Its been nearly a month since my first and only blog update. The only excuse for this is being really lazy, and deep down i think blogs are for weirdo's.

Laying on Gracie's bed you would think the Patricks had had their place professionally cleaned, but you would be wrong, I decided to make the most of not being hungover and give it a clean.

Rolling over onto my stomach to finish writing this rubbish i feel like I'm about to spew, after spending the last of my money on a copious amount of Hungry Jacks in Mona vale. Knowing that i have a $91 dollar parking fine sitting under my windscreen wiper makes me feel that little bit better though.

2:33 and thoughts of what I'm going to do tonight fill my head, I'd like to think there is hope of doing something fun and different but the reality of it is that ill be going to Mon4.

Realising how weird it is that I'm writing this alone at the Patricks while everyone is at the beach freaks me out. JOB DONE BOOOOOOM

ITS BRITTANY BITCH !

Day one of my blog. Prepare yourself for numerous spelling mistakes and some shocking grammer.

The time is 6:30pm on a Sunday and im still a fucking mess from last night.
laying on Gracyes bed my expression doesn't change as I catch a glance of Toby walking around the house with a bonner that any pornstar would be proud of.

MID BLOG- toby walks into the room in his towel and says, "look how thrashed my dick looks", the horny barstards had a wank in the shower. I'd be tempted to do the same if i didnt have false hopes of finding the love of my life tonight..