Dude, I'm so Sweaty.

Went to the gym, burnt 800 kcals, so proud of myself. José and Karim ran into me on the treadmill ('haha'), and to quote José, I was, to say the least, "sweaty and gross." Thanks José!
That's what you get when you want to burn kcals quickly.

I think these pictures best describe my everyday-gym look:

Ah, I'm so gross!

The sweaty dog look.

Strip Club.

Ripped dress, Tom's Halloween costume (charity shop). Belt, GT. Insane heels, Topshop.

I got a lap dance that will scar me for years. Who would've known £15 gets you something so explicit. I felt so violated, she got completely naked with her private piercing in my face, tried to make out with me, wanted me to lick her nipples. She touched me toooooo much. Jesus, I was rigid. Thank god José was by my side and in on it too.

(Yes, I decided to go out tonight)

Gross & Fatty & Whiskey

Still icky sicky. Eating peanut butter sandwiches, drinking hot sauce, spooning Nutella, drinking whiskey.

Ugh.

Watching online TV.

Ugh.

I am so gross.

I hope I'm healthy for tomorrow so I can go to the gym and be less of a fatso.

flemmy prospectus

Clomping down the stairs from flat 8. Only the gingers work the heels (Katie & I).

I am still very happy about my A for my first Psychology report. Yesterday at Templelane was fun, but I was a bit of a pain in the ass, hugging Kirsten and Lizzie way too much. Today my voice is gross. I went to class then to Starbucks and town, then died in my bed for four hours, then joined Kirsten and Lizzie in the watching of SATC the movie. Tomorrow we're going to celebrate Guy Fawkes Night at Lochee Park, there's fireworks and a bonfire, I will bring my booze.

@ Templelane, blurry drunken me feasting upon Katie & Kirsten.

Gross-o

@ Fat Sam's on Sunday. This City on top, the Xcerts below.

I am so grossed out right now. Thank you, Kirsten. Vomit in my brain.

I trekked to the library with K and EunYi, the squares that we are on a Tuesday evening.

Talking about pink leaflets and Boyz 2 Men. And unintentional eavesdropping. Rotting my brains out. I should get back to reading and behave accordingly. Goal of the year: bookworm.