FizzingWhizzbees
ONE love, blood, life
Well I got a bit of a suprise when I woke up this morning. See I went out last night and normally when I wake up the next morning the first words out of my mouth are "owwwwwwww" as I realise it hurts to move my head. But not this morning. Oh no. This morning I didn't even have to move my head to notice several objects in my room which weren't there yesterday. Hence the first word to leave my mouth was "ohhhhhh fuck!"
The objects in question? Three traffic bollards and a 5' by 4' for sale sign nailed to several planks of wood. I was forced to spend two hours in my horribly hungover state dismantling the sign and squashing the traffic cones in order to hide them under my bed. (I live in uni accomodation so cleaners or porters can get into my room and I wouldn't really want them to see the incriminating evidence.) Literally, two hours. And I felt a real sense of accomplishment when I'd finished.
Only then I went to take a shower and guess what's sitting in my shower? You guessed it: ANOTHER traffic bollard!
Then I opened my curtains, having carefully kept them closed all morning so nobody would peek in and see my new furniture. What do I find on the window ledge? ANOTHER traffic bollard and propped up against it, a bright yellow sign reading 'Demolition in Progress'.
So now I have two traffic bollards and a dismantled for sale sign to add to the other crap already stored under my bed.
I've also had to set my alarm clock for 3am tomorrow morning in order to quietly dispose of the bollards that wouldn't fit under my bed, under cover of darkness.
See, this is what happens when I get drunk. Hell, this is what happens when I'm sober a lot of the time. I'm not safe to be allowed out alone. I'm a bad influence on everyone I come into contact with. And today my best friend said it'd be nice if I was just a little less Fizz. I'll just be a little less me. It's a great idea. After all, I'm going to have to do something about this - there isn't enough room under my bed to hide any more of the fallout from my insanity.
*Fizz...who still has a hangover and has to get up at 3am tomorrow morning. And is trying to comply with instructions and be herself a little less. Blah. Bollards. Bollards. Bollards. BOLLARDS. (try it as an alternative swear word to bollocks)
The objects in question? Three traffic bollards and a 5' by 4' for sale sign nailed to several planks of wood. I was forced to spend two hours in my horribly hungover state dismantling the sign and squashing the traffic cones in order to hide them under my bed. (I live in uni accomodation so cleaners or porters can get into my room and I wouldn't really want them to see the incriminating evidence.) Literally, two hours. And I felt a real sense of accomplishment when I'd finished.
Only then I went to take a shower and guess what's sitting in my shower? You guessed it: ANOTHER traffic bollard!
Then I opened my curtains, having carefully kept them closed all morning so nobody would peek in and see my new furniture. What do I find on the window ledge? ANOTHER traffic bollard and propped up against it, a bright yellow sign reading 'Demolition in Progress'.
So now I have two traffic bollards and a dismantled for sale sign to add to the other crap already stored under my bed.
I've also had to set my alarm clock for 3am tomorrow morning in order to quietly dispose of the bollards that wouldn't fit under my bed, under cover of darkness.
See, this is what happens when I get drunk. Hell, this is what happens when I'm sober a lot of the time. I'm not safe to be allowed out alone. I'm a bad influence on everyone I come into contact with. And today my best friend said it'd be nice if I was just a little less Fizz. I'll just be a little less me. It's a great idea. After all, I'm going to have to do something about this - there isn't enough room under my bed to hide any more of the fallout from my insanity.
*Fizz...who still has a hangover and has to get up at 3am tomorrow morning. And is trying to comply with instructions and be herself a little less. Blah. Bollards. Bollards. Bollards. BOLLARDS. (try it as an alternative swear word to bollocks)