This night happened, last night...but sadly due to alcohol (vast amounts of it) I have no recollection of the night whatsoever. All i have as a memory is 69 pictures and me waking up naked.
Clearly just from that one singular sentence you can tell it was an eventful night and I wish i could tell you more but sadly cannot.
However the aforementioned night was extremely significant for me and the people around me, it marked the end of an era. The end of university.
I thought when this dreaded day would finally come I would spend most of the night holding onto peoples ankles screaming not to leave like a 5 year old as his father leaves his vodka obsessed mother, but no, it was much more of a serial experience, knowing i would not see some of these people ever again and some I would know for the rest of my life.
It was a momentous occasion and i feel it was the best way to start a blog, the first day of the rest of my life (cringe)
So for now leave me to cure this hangover with cigarettes, rhianna and harry potter and I shall return to regal you fine internet folk with more stories of a 22 year old trying to find his place in life (gay).
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I hate serial experiences just as much as surreal ones... what about you?
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