A day in the life of...

The young have something no one else has or ever will have. Time.

It's true. We are smart, beautiful and...alcoholic.

Monday, May 3, 2010

"God made alcohol as a social lubricant. To make men brave, and to make women loose"

Natural viagra and laser tag: is this what our lives have come to?

The past week has flown by in a blur of house-warming parties, school work and part-time jobs that sometimes seem full-time.

K has vanished from everyone's lives, at least in all practical respects. Fighting and living with B got to be too much for her and last weekend she packed up her things to move in with a friend from uni. B was more pissed off than upset but she's got her own problems like R-withdrawal. She still sees him a lot but she hates not living with him and next week he's going to New Zealand. His sister lives there, and B is worried he's never going to come back. K has been keeping herself too busy to see anyone but really she just doesn't want to see B. It's sad to see two sisters as close as they are fighting so hopefully they'll be over it soon. Pity K has to over-dramatise everything.

J still hasn't slept with Justin and she's getting more than just impatient. She's getting frustrated. Justin is a nice guy, but nice guys just don't cut if for J. She feels likes she's tried everything. She tried getting him drunk. That didn't exactly uh...work. She tried joining him for the things he wanted to do (cue laser tag) in the vain hope he'll then want to do what she wants to do. No such luck. S suggested she offer him such natural viagra, since it always works for him. Um, how old are we? Anyway S is leaving for an Asia/Europe adventure in about a week so he's throwing a huge going away party and J is sure she'll be able to get laid there. S has some very attractive friends. It turns out Justin's friends aren't too bad either. B's already fallen for one and A has gone further with another than it seems J and Justin ever will. As if J wasn't already pissed off enough...

L is feeling the effects from the volunteering position from hell she has and her trial working for a law firm, giving advie to elderly Italians. She'd skipped so many booze nights, when she finally showed up for one she got sick and started throwing up in the gutter. L never throws up. She's either going to have to quit her job or come up with a taste for lemon lime and bitters real fast.

H already hates her new flatmate Miss Priss. We could have all told her it would happen but she's just not the sort of person H should be living with. Miss Priss is parsley growing on the balcony, clean floors and a fridge full of organic food. H is waking up on the lawn, lost credit cards and a fridge full of beer. It's going to be a long six months.

And now it's off to play drunken frissbee with trays stolen from restaurants. Don't tell us we don't know how to have a good time.