pink lights means a disco

being a sour puss the past few months, i deserved a well earned break and i got it. for christmas my bf booked for us both to go to Paris for new years and 4 nights, everyone was jealous as fuck and it was the best thing ever. after a wake of 5:30am on new years eve i was feeling the best, we arrived at the airport and drank beer at 7:30am. early mornings don't suit me but i forgot how much airports ruled. we eventually arrived in paris about 11. i found out this day that tubes where double deckered, zacks armpits smelt curry powder and we had the comfiest bed in the world. paris is beautiful i would snog it, i would snog the spaghetti we ate in that cool restaurant on new years ever and i would most defiantly snog the effiel tower, -the lady that's married to it should allow me, did you know she fingers herself everyday at the top of the tower- we found a boat party with pink lights, had endless shots of coffee, beer, saw a woman punch a car that bibbed at her, realised how much my bf looks like macaulay culkin, went to disney land, got given a tissue by an oriental taxi driver and got fined by a french bitch on the train.