The Most Boring Best Day Ever!

Usually good days have significant event attached to them, but today is an exception! It bascially comprises of several small events that in themselves would be somewhat insignificant, but as a collective, made for a surprisingly good day.

Firstly I was woken up by my mum's friend Margaret, which is usually a crime punishable by death, but by dumping a bag full of Football Specials on my lap, she got away with it! And if you don't know what Football Specials are, which I'm sure most of you don't, they are a deliciouso soft drink that you can only get in certain parts of the Donegal in the North West of Ireland and they're fukin fantastic! Then I get to lie in in peace, as the mother is out for a long lunch, so I lie snuggled in bed til 2 o clock when I decide it's about time I got up. Then I get to go on the computer and catch up on all the gossip without the mother breathing down my neck about my exam and how I better take my finger out of my ass since I only have 4 days left. Even the workout was pleasant! I'm deffo workin out to podcasts more often, the time just fliiiies and it totally distracts you to how boring it is and how you really couldnt be bothered. And I really don't need any encouragement coz I'm a lazy fuker. But the pièce de résistance comes just before 6 o clock, when the door flies open and in staggers my mum and Margaret who are completely shit faced and bouncing off the walls! Ahhh I wish I took a picture coz it was fukin hil-arious! And I don't mean slightly drunk, I mean can barely stand straight, vacant look, here but really gone, off your face drunk! And I've seen these two drunk manys a time, but this one was a treat! I couldn't hold back the highly amused smirk that spread across my face as the first words uttered/slurred to me by my mum's friend are, "I'm really fukin drunk!" Haha! And then to add to the hilarity my mum's collapsed in bed and and since there's no more drinkin to be had here, Margaret's like, "Rite, I'm off to the pub!" I would not like to see the state of her tomorrow! There's something highly satisfying in seeing the mother in that state and being the sober one for once coz usually it's the other way round. Usually it's me goin into her after a nite out and giving what I think is some highly inteligent banter but what is actually slightly slurred drunken shite! Or her coming into me after I've made friends with the toilet bowl! What can I say, cars and drunken me do NOT mix!

The only downer is that that drunken bitch was meant to stop in the offies and get me some beer! Damn that woman! Ach well, I have plenty of spirits to amuse me. And speaking of, this is the first time I've posted without a drink in hand! :O Good God! This will not do, where's that drinks cupboard...