I'm currently at a really difficult stage in life, I've just started this awkward summer between 20 and 21. Everyone keeps saying its the summer where I'm supposed to give it one last huge hurrah, a final summer where I get to go crazy and be irresponsible with my liver/genitalia/money, maybe it is going to be my last crazy summer. I've definitely got a lot of growing up to do, not just in terms of my behaviour but also in my mentality, which I'm not sure how I can change but I'm pretty sure that no amount of tequila over the next 60 days will alter my psyche. If anything, Mr Cuervo helps me make shocking decisions, such as the ones where I order extra shots for strangers at the bar who then look at me like I've just stuck my fingers in their cats rather than with the look of gratitude that I'd expect from the offer of free alcohol. Free alcohol is not to be sniffed at, unfortunately I don't think this memo has reached Cardiff. Maybe I'll hang out with Mr Hennessy and Mr Cuervo today and daub that message on the walls of the castle with my WKD vomit. Maybe.
So yeah, this blog was originally created to slag off fat lesbians and generally cause gay drama across the UK, and after several hundred views I had an epiphany, mans not about that life yo. As Bashy would put it, time to go from Kidulthood to Adulthood. Maybe. If my good friend Mr Cuervo lets me, that is.
