new year baby, and i'd like to live the cliché and start the way i mean to go on. and that, lovelies, is going to be fuckingfucked and alongside my ever adorable accomplice and ally, that.blonde.girl.
the question is where? paris vs. nottingham.. unlikely opponents.
paris. that.blonde.girl is the living embodiment of it, and it feels right that she should be there. plus ive never been and who better to show me round. it would be pretty and cute and errr, nice.
nottingham. i fuckin love it. our hometown. we know lots of people there and can stagger around like fuckin bad bitches and its detonate and its not nice (who wants nice anyway? yaaawn beige basic bitches). also as we have both been labeled mental cases and are on lockdown, our captors are much more likely to let us out for a nottingham night than a european escapade.
actually i dont even give a shit, there's your pro's and con's as per request baby. all i actually want is to have the night with you, remember this year and get so fucked we forget the whole thing. (night and year). love you this year and the next. and the next. and the next. and all the years after that.
