it's a crazy situation, but all i need are cigarettes and alcohol

bleugh. went to a super posh 18th last night; it was good but i think i got food poisoning D: i also managed to tell pretty much my whole life story to three very random people, not sure this is such a good thing. on the plus side i feel bright and perky this morning, my hair/general appearance isn't terrible and i somehow came home wearing a very snuggly grey hoodie that isn't mine but i might just have to keep.