Dammit.

Hi there, I'm Q, your resident alcoholic/student. I got hammered last night. No denying it. And apparently being hammered gives me the munchies with no boundaries. I ate a burger. And chips. At 3am. We were kicked out of the nightclub early because of an emergency alarm being set off, and I truly realised the peril of living so close to a string of takeaway shops when you're drunk and with hungry friends.

WHY. WHY OH WHY. Never mind - the SGD starts tomorrow so I can buck up my ideas then. Tonight is another night out (hey, it's Freshers Week) but there will be NO late night food consumption - I SWEAR to you, bloggers. I'll be thinking of you if my mouth even goes near any food.

I have no food in this house to consume, anyway. Just found out I've gotta share a fridge with a housemate who's just arrived today (T - remember him?) which means I won't get my own fridge any more, boo... but my fridge is BARE so it's not like it makes a difference. I'm thinking an elevenses bar for breakfast, maybe something involving baked beans for lunch... and that'll be it, until the mass alcohol consumption that'll occur tonight. And then the SGD starts! Thank god.

This thinspo photo is to remind myself that my boy mates keep picking me up and throwing me around... and it'll be so much easier for them once I'm super skinny! So you're doing them a favour, as well as yourself, Q. Hey, I'm not entirely selfish!

Way too scared to face Ricky. Gonna stay away from him til I'm going strong on the SGD, methinks.

Aight, said everything of actual value... tatty bye!

Q x