f*@£ing alcohol!

OK! It's twenty to three!
I don't know why vodka and southern comfort makes me act like a div.
I've never felt more stupid and lonely as I do now.
everyone is with someone!
wtf!
no far... even my wrk mate fancies someone on voice value!
fucking annoys me!
I'm a nice girl with good intentions... why can't know one see that!

It's not so bad to speak to Strangers at night

If you've ever been to London you will know that you just don't make conversation with strangers. It's not right it's weird and the only way you will speak to someone is when you scream at them to take their backpack off, move down the carriage and stop pushing because you’re invading my personal space!

However, at night, it all changes! People embraces gazes, no staring at shoes or out the window, random mindless conversation begins all because you've had a few vinos or beers that evening! You become fearless!

Last Night, this happened to me. I got in a cab from North London to Victoria to catch the 5am train home. These trains are so god damn reliable as every hour after 1am, BAM I can get home with ease. So imagine my horror last night, when I was told... "No Trains from here tonight!" I couldn't believe my really bad luck. I stood about for a bit contemplating the options of either
(a) getting a night bus to the designated railway station of their choice and then try and figure out how to get back to base from there or
(b) Pay stupid amounts of money in a cab to go from door to door.

So I swayed toward the door to door option and as I did so, I saw these two young girls with drunken walks and carrying their shoes. Tragic sight even in my not so sober state. The two girls started to shout (obviously you must go deaf when drunk!);
"OH MY GOD. How can we get home!?"
"I dunno hun, get a train"
"There are no trains"
"Course there's trains"
"No... Look!" (cue a rather exaggerated fling of the arm ending up with point at the departures board!)

I decided to interrupt this messy situation and ask where they were headed to & it turned out we all lived in the same area. We decided to embrace the idea of 3 drunk strangers getting a cab home. As we did so, There was another outcry of disbelieve about the lack of trains to get home. Behind us were two lads, who clearly had the same crisis as us. So guess what... 3 drunk strangers became 5.

Now obviously, normally, why in your right mind would you get in to a cab with 4 randoms that you have never met in your entire life?
You wouldn't!
But as the theory proves, a few vinos, beers, shots and what not... you become more trusting than you do when sober.
The stranger you wouldn't dare have eye contact with during the day, at night becomes a friend for half an hour and your 5 o'clock hero.

Needless to say, I got home safely. Apparently these randoms are all adding me on facebook and one of them gave me a random "compliment". I'm an unobvious hotty.
The definition of this... at first, not so keen but after a while... I’m Hot.
Not a great compliment, however... i'll take it and run!

I'm look forward to more of these drunken embraces :)