Saw pictures of myself in all Essex glory from our work office party.
Fucksakes, people should be banned from taking pics after 9pm at any party. Nothing is looking, smelling or sitting as you undoubtedly think it still does. So while you think you look like a princess posing seductively for the blinding flash... YOU'RE. NOT.
I also (to my dread) realised that a spot of exercise wouldn't go amiss. Fuck. I'm sure there's a Jane Fonda tape somewhere. Or I could use cans of beans as makeshift weights to firm up like whassisface.... (I could use full bottles of wine, but the desire to open them and take swigs inbetween would certainly prove too strong...)
Ohmygod... I need a drink....
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