No more excuses..

I have no more excuses not to start writing after being given a HP notebook thing.  I am too lazy to write a book or a script anymore, so I thought I'd give blogging a go. And what subject do I know more about than anything in the world - me. My embarrassing, tragic, fun (hopefully entertaining for you) life as a newly single 23 year old working and living in London (we wont debate if Chislehurst is actually London, but its zone 4 so it basically counts OK)

On Sunday I decided I need to give up drinking. Ok not give up, lets not be too drastic. But I have had one too many tragic moments lately that have been involving alcohol, mainly vino. Number one involved tumbling down a full staircase in a club in Bromley, wine in hand and all. That wasn't too bad, I was too drunk to be embarrassed, but the size of the bruise on the top of my leg is outrageous and I kept finding them through out the next few days. It really does look like ive been involved in some sort of domestic violence case. 

Number 2 was way more tragic than number one. After indulging on probably one too many free wines and pimms at this fancy free event (obviously I wasn't going to hold back, it was FREE,) I got the tube to Cannon Street and practically vommed everywhere when I got off the tube. If that's not bad enough two random girls, carried my bags, bought me water and rang my flat mate/ life partner Aimee (who I was meeting at the station) all whilst my shoes were covered in sick. I'm going to say this was a very very low point in my 23 years on this earth. Shout out to those 2 girls, because there is no way I would help a sick covered girl. Ok that's really mean, I would but my sick phobia would probably make me useless.

Anyway so it got to Sunday, after drinking Thurs, Fri and Sat, and I thought I really need to sort my shit out. I cant carry on like this, cos 1) I don't have enough money to 2) Ill need a liver transplant by 30 and 3) I can't be a drunken mess my whole life. So Sunday and Monday go really well and I have no alcohol. My nan has stopped offering me when I visit cos she is sure I'm an alcoholic.. But I get home today and Aim has had a stressful day so pours herself some wine and offers me some. I say 'no thanks Aim I'm cutting down' and start eating dinner on the balcony. It took me probably 3.4 seconds to get up pour myself with the excuse, 'Half a glass never hurt anyone.' Maybe I do have a problem...

I'm meant to be going on a date tomorrow night after work, well that's not going to be drink free is it.