come closer and see, see into the trees.

this weekend has been rather odd. friday night wasnt very good in my opinion, i forgot how shit doncaster was, but still people love it. coco was the place we spent most time and i got ravaged by a big breasted he/she, i had a face full of her melons while luke dry humped her. she kept saying 'i love you guys! and then targeting one of us like we was her sexual prey. we was in on the podium which made us like sheep in a pen as well, unable to get away, her body blocked the exits on all angles. after that we went priory, got wasted, someone gave me whiskey, but i didnt go too bad. then batley got into a fight and kicked out, after joe got hit in the face by a bottle. this is why donny is so good!

sheffield was the next place on my plans. met nat at the station and then found dean on his own, we went shopping in the vintage shops and i bought a top and a scarf. we went tj hughes cafe for something to eat, it was like a throw back from the 60's and the jaket potatoe was shit. fuck you TJ!
we went wok mania with nats flat mates and ate back at the flat, i finished in record time like always. bungalows and bears were having a birthday bash for there 3rd birthday, cake, pass the parcel ( which i hate from never winning as a child) and musical chairs. i didnt join in any, as we taxed the comfiest settee going. we went round rest of sheff later, going into places which were playing RnB like what a shit club would play. and people kept calling me 'morrissey.' at the end we went babylons, which rished me back to my childhood, playing all the 90's songs and remindind me when we used to live it up at discos with a bottle of shandy in our hands. full of old pervy men eyeing up the girls we were with, i enjoyed making the men think the girls liked them.
woke up in morning in the flat on my own, wondering why i was left.